Snape and Lily's story is heartbreaking in my opinion, and "The Prince's Tale" is my favorite chapter in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Hope you enjoy this poem that was inspired by what Snape would see if he were to look in the Mirror of Erised. J.K Rowling owns everything, including the world.
Mirror, Mirror
She was running her fingers
through my mass of greasy hair,
sending shivers down my spine.
Her warm lips
were at the base of my neck,
whispering things as sweet as the flower
that her name embodied.
I could almost feel her tender touch
and the heat of her body
pressed against mine,
but I screamed inside that it was
only a delusion.
I pushed that thought aside
as I watched her put her
cherry lips on mine.
I touched my lips
just to remind myself
that it wasn't happening,
and it never would.
But this mirror had woven
me something wondrous,
something that brought me
what I had always wanted.
It's web of illusion
had trapped me
so that I had to visit every night.
I was addicted
to the image of my fantasy;
of her arms wrapped around me.
I gazed into her
almond-shaped emeralds,
entranced by the treasure
that I had before me.
But after another moment,
reality smacked me as I remembered
who had those exact eyes.
That pulled me out of my dream
and made me look at the mirror disdainfully.
Why did I do this to myself?
Why did I knowingly throw myself
into a hallucination whose lies
cut my already scarred heart?
It might bring me
false pleasure for a little while,
but afterwards it just reminded me of
what I had ached for at night;
what I had never had;
what I had lost.