Disclaimer: This poem refers to J.K. Rowling's brilliant character, Severus Snape, and I do not claim any ownership of him… sadly. No money is being made from this appreciative fan's poem.
Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written anything about Snape, so here's just a little poem that came to me tonight. Nothing fancy or special, really, but I thought I'd share.
One Such as Him
By Sindie
There are only moments,
Quickly passing, so fleeting.
Sometimes it is as if those moments aren't even real,
But rather half-baked memories from a deluded dream,
Bound and broken to repeat itself incessantly,
Until... until his life ended.
For him, in many ways,
That sorry, pathetic excuse called life
Had been driven into the ground years ago,
The nails driven into the coffin,
The dirt burying him deep.
To know love but not hold it,
To see mere glimpses of a fantasy,
Because he knew she could never be his,
Kept life's fragile thread tethered to what?
Hope? That was folly in the greatest.
He might as well pluck the stars
From the night sky and name them his own,
Or count the multitude of sand particles
Lining every damned shore...
Waves pounding and drowning him there.
"No," goes the mantra,
"You shall never be happy.
You are one for the fiery depths."
Even though he feels so cold
And wonders at this fire and brimstone,
There is suddenly a flash of green above.
Sometimes, oftentimes, he has come
To relate that color to death,
But this time, no, it is life.
It is hope.
The truth shall be given
As life bleeds out
And he gasps for sharp breath,
Every inhalation like a stab to the chest.
The familiarity of that green deepens
And then brightens,
And just as he ought to know no more,
He knows everything:
He knows love and hope,
For they, too, are meant for one such as him.