Author's Note: A poem about Severus Snape, by Sindie. If you can't tell by now how fond I am of dear Sevvie, then you must be blind, deaf, and mentally challenged.
Alone, down the lost tunnel there,
His pain endured too much to bear.
A shrouded figure in darkness hidden,
His hopeful dreams long ago forbidden,
Marked by darkness, but seeking the light,
Searching, searching for an end in hindsight,
His burdens so heavy and wrought with disdain,
He has walked through life in puddles of rain.
One with the shadowy forms beneath,
Clenching his fists and baring his teeth,
One man for himself must give to many
Such absurd, alluring truth, if there be any
To be found in the lonely, waking hours
Of days gone past, but now part of him still cowers,
Ashamed and afraid the empty feeling of heart
Might very well consume him, tear him apart.
Unshed tears of past regrets,
Unbidden, unfulfilled, he never forgets
How one mere choice would change his life,
For better or worse, but there's still the strife
Of having to hold strong and continue to live,
Wondering when a fragile thread shall break and give,
Then down, down he falls, his breaking heart shattered,
Blood on the walls, all filthy and splattered.
But alas, such thoughts are for the weary
Who live out their days, desolate and dreary.
Dare he keep his honor and loyalty strong,
He shall find what he sought all along:
Pure happiness and peace of mind,
Reserved for only the true heroes to find.
At all costs, in victory he shall smile,
Finally knowing he was always worthwhile.