Author's Note: My very first go at a poem about Severus Snape. Should be quite easy to guess whose POV is this. Please read and review. This will be different from the usual stuff I write.
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Severus Snape, my right-hand man,
Forever my top spy.
But as I watch him from the heavens above,
I heave a deep sigh.
Severus Snape, on a lonely land,
Always alone, with nary a helping hand.
Never a person to help pull him on,
To others, neither side does he belong.
Always walking on a thin line,
Between the Light and Dark, ever so fine.
Only for a sole purpose :to avenge,
Lily Evans, for whom he will take revenge.
Never does he take care of himself,
Always slaving over his cauldrons, like a house elf.
I watched, letting out a sigh,
As the events unfolded before my eyes.
Severus, face-to-face with Lord Voldemort,
Who kills him, slays him, without a single thought.
Severus Snape collapses onto the cold, unfriendly floor,
Witnessed by Harry Potter, who watched with a fearful awe.
Harry then walks towards Severus shakily,
Unable to believe what he see,
Silver mist pours out of Severus's features,
As he draws his final breath, never to see another creature.
It is time.
I approach him, smiling gently,
At Severus, who clasps my proffered hand happily,
Knowing that he will soon be above,
With the people that he dearly love.
Severus Snape, ever so cool and mild,
To me, he is always my little child.