Reflection For A Flower
Author Note: Am I Joanne Kathleen Rowling? Nope. It's not mine, then. Here's a poetic look into Severus Snape's psyche. I'd like to think that this Legilimens-type look takes place after Dumbledore and Snape's talk on the grounds at the Yule Ball. The quote 'He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken...' gave me a good dollop of inspiration alongside my initial ideas for this poem.
Dumbledore said he thought the Hat Sorted too soon sometimes.
Redemption is what Snape wanted for his crimes.
The Headmaster gave it to him, but at a price.
On the condition that the former Slytherin put a guise of vice.
'You must fool the Death Eaters, Severus.' he said, but it was no piece of cake.
Snape kept the double agent role for eighteen years, all for Lily's sake.
No caring thought did he spare for the Potter boy, his Patronus proved that.
A far, far better thing that he did, than he had ever done, smooth as an alley cat.
Every grudge he could put aside, mind you, with a look into those green eyes.
Cool, sarcastic comments to his true master hid the pain of his loved one's demise.
No longer did the Potions master crave what he did earlier in life, no want for power.
Youthful desire did remain at one point though - the undying love for Lily, his flower.
AN: Snape has become one of my favourite characters to write for lately, and once I read up on how JKR created him, I had to do nods to what she used as an influence. I do love old English literature...