This is my fifth poem, so I hope you like it! :D Remember to R&R. No flames, please, and constructive criticism accepted. By the way, FF wouldn't let me make stanzas. So...It's just one big stanza. Sorry, blame it on FF. (Hate it sometimes... Oh, and there's suppose to be six stanzas. If anyone cares.) Enough of my blabbing! On with the poem!
Disclaimer: Oh, Jeez... I always forget these. I own nada. :(
My Love, Lily
What the Dark Lord says, I cannot hear,
But my eyes start to form tears.
As the snake bites my neck,
I know I am a wreck.
This is the end.
I will never see her again.
Yes, Lily Evans,
A beauty sent from heaven.
She'd wear such a bright smile
That could be seen from a mile.
And had scarlet hair
Like a ruby, just as rare.
She had beautiful, emerald eyes
That would always give away her disguise.
Then I hear a sound,
And I look all around.
Before me stands the son of James.
Yes, the fool who'd play tons of games.
He starts to rise,
But I must have one more look at her eyes.
So I whisper, "Look at me."
I catch a glimpse of the bright green,
Before my heart gives its final beat.
A/N: I wrote this poem the a few days after the final Harry Potter movie was released (which was a loooong time ago), but I never published it. Hehe. Anyways, I just wanted to say that the directing, producing people did the Prince's Tale scene very good, and it touched me enough (A.K.A made me cry :P) to write this poem. So…RIP Snape! D,:
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