Lily's Eyes

My life was bad, to say the least,

With my parents always fighting.

They would call each other mad beasts—

Their voices struck me like lightning.

It was horrible, yet they never parted,

It was torture beyond compare.

I felt like my life was always ending,

Until came the girl with red hair.

Her name was beautiful, beyond description,

Enough to drive anyone silly.

She filled my world with hidden magic,

That girl whose name was Lily.

At first I watched her, day by day,

Always hidden from sight.

Until no longer could I stand it,

She had to be my only light.

But I blew it—oh, how wrong it went.

The memory, so sharp, so clear—

Such a mistake, I wish it hadn't been,

And I was so close, I was so near.

Later on, she forgave me,

And how happy did I feel?

More happy than happy, more joyful than joyful;

For the first time, I felt real.

Those next years we spent together were full of bliss,

At least, when I was with her.

Those next years I will surely miss,

But at least, I can remember them, I can remember her.

Then came Hogwarts, and also came him,

The boy I ever so despised.

I hated him—perhaps I still do,

I always loathed the hazel of James's eyes.

All was somewhat well, to a degree,

For those next seven years.

But then Lily and he got married,

I nearly broke down in tears.

Then they had a son, a boy named Harry,

I couldn't… just couldn't believe my eyes.

And one year later, on one fateful night—

Lily, my friend, my love, my life… she died.

And I had to promise Dumbledore,

I would help protect her living son.

I would do it for Lily,

The girl whose heart I never had won.

I protected him over the course of seven years,

Whilst always filled with despise.

The only thing that stopped me from strangling him,

Was his eyes—Lily's bright green eyes.

And then one day, all went against him,

What was I meant to do?

I knew, deep inside, deep within that thing called a heart,

That for him to go forward, it had to be he who knew.

And as I lay there, in pain, with my life slowly seeping away,

I looked into up at Harry, and the pain briefly disappeared, as though a phoenix was calling.

For just a moment—in my mind, there was one word for her son,

For everything I had done in the past—sorry.

And the last thing I saw, with my final, shuddering breath,

Was what made my life possibly something to prize.

The things that kept be going to the end

Were Lily's bright green eyes.