^^;; this is actually... umm... the first thing i've written in a while... and umm... .;; i only just started reading HP stuff.. (Damn me! i've fallen into the madness of it all!) ...so i really don't know all that much about Snape..

...except that he's lovely and i adore him. .....and he's incredibly fuckable. x.x;; ...but that's beside the point. sorry about that.

....anyway.... this is just a short free-verse poem i wrote while in chemistry (i hate science -.-) so it doesn't make a whole helluva lotta sense.. but feel free to read and comment if you like. ^______^ hells, flame me if ya wanna! i'll use 'em to keep my toes warm. *beams*

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Slender fingers in straight, raven hair
Pulling, ripping in casual violence
While pleading midnight eyes
Lift, heavenward as a martyred saint.

The battered, desecrated Saint of Pain
Used, broken beyond all repair.
The long-suffering Angel of True Night
His darkness is complete.

The Angel finds his soul in
A startling silver gaze
In painful thrusts and awful screams
He falls to Hell's embrace.

As crimson blood wells up in wounds
Long ripped open under hungry fingers
Angel of Dark, Saint of Pain
Shall find no rest in sleep.