'And therefore, he was crushed, and life worth nothing'
The pain
So fierce and strong he could hardly breathe
All the pain she had caused him
He had caused himself
Why did he have to have known her?
Why did she make him love her?
All the joy he once had felt about her…
Gone
The ironic greave of giving her up
Seeing her with her former object of hate
The panic he felt when the Master mentioned her name
The stupidity of allowing himself to be mastered by another
Damn prophecy
The pain
Still burning irrevocably strong
The colours so bright
Unfair when she is so cold
Cold like his heart
Cold and lifeless as life would now be
Without her it was worth nothing
The pain
The pain that without a doubt would follow him
Until the very end
A/N: This is a poem that I am rather proud of. I like the melody and emotion of it. I had absolutely no plans on making it, but felt a bit gloomy one day at the bus, and started scribbling some words… I was very touched by the way Snape was portrayed in the last movie, so I'm quite pleased with this sort of tribute to him. The scene from the Potters' house when he was hugging Lily is so amazing, and it might have been in the back of my head when I wrote this. What do you think?