This poem has a bit of a different format from the first one. As to who sweet angel refers to, I confess I do not know. You'll have to talk to Snape about that. Thanks to Lady Erised for inspiration from her "Dark Prince" Series; if you haven't read these you should.

Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Harry Potter or Severus Snape, and they're probably very thankful for that; all credit goes to JK Rowling .

In Darkness' Presence

Among the common grounds I seek justice,

I have never known the soft allure of its song,

Lament with me sweet angel our loss,

I can find no future with me like this,

Trust is a fickle creature,

Know that power lies within no boundary of good and evil,

Power is what I seek to wield,

Power is yet what brought me here,

I stand lonesome on the gauntlet of darkness,

No, do not follow angel, step aside,

You do not belong among the damned,

The darkness is my jail, my penance for past transgressions,

I bear it as I always have

I endure through its coarse sentence,

I stepped into the darkness willingly once,

Now she holds me in her fetid grasp

I cannot escape,

Bound in the darkness there is no light

No hope in my world,

Then a call, a whisper,

Fleeting reality,

A silent cry wells in my throat

I can never escape my fate,

I've tried so hard

There's no answer here among the cold, dank darkness,

There again, I here it

It mocks me, I know it cannot be true,

There is no refuge from my pain,

The darkness knows my name, knows my face,

I am marked like Cain for his betrayal,

She sees my future seeped in the cool, black enmity of hatred,

Yet, finally my voice rises to answer the call that must be dreams,

Come to me, my dream

Cut my bonds to him,

I cannot suffer at his hands again,

He was the one who lead me here,

Foul lord of pestilence,

I thought he could bring me power,

Instead I find only rotten slaughter,

Voldemort, by whose presence the darkness came to me,

I squint, seeking any color in the pitch blackness of my hell,

There minute in the darkness,

Silently slipping through the shadows, silver light shines upon me,

Slackening the bonds can no longer hold me,

I stagger as I stand, leaving a thread of tattered cloak on the ground,

Shall I miss it later I wonder?

It seems years have kept me company here,

A presence stands beside me, supporting me lest I fall once more,

This is no easy trek into the light,

I cannot feel as I walk forth,

I see the light anew as he guides me upwards,

Shining bright it burns me,

I fear the step into the light of day,

I am a creature of darkness now,

The light is forbidden,

I cringe shirking away,

The light hold pain I don not want to see,

In darkness am I hidden,

Bondage is better than the burning fear,

I cannot know the truth,

My heart trembles as I see the light of my savior's face,

My savior, my torturer,

I cannot conform,

I know the mold, but I do not fit,

Hardened in the fires of hell,

I am not he,

Forgive me my trespasses,

Silver Lord.