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This is a poem I wrote based on my interpretation of Severus Snape. Everyone needs someone to love, it doesn't have to be romantic, but everyone needs a friend. He lost his only good friend he ever had and he knows it's his fault. This is why I feel bad for him, despite how much of an asshole he was, his life was really screwed up.
A pawn
At the start of dawn
He rises and dresses, makes his bed, fluffs the pillow
Clothed all in black with robes that billow
Tight sleeves cover the mark, that ugly tattoo
Feeling so sorry for himself, so blue
Wondering, how the hell he ended up here
But remembering, it's all his fault with a grimace and a sneer
He said it, he spoke it, he called her that name
He did it, he joined them, his actions the reason for the pain
He heard it, he told it, that prophecy
He learned they would kill her, went to Dumbledore with a plea
But alas it didn't work, she's gone forever, his flower
All because as an young boy, he had wanted some power
Now he's stuck loathing himself, hating his life
Having to teach, having to spy, filled with strife
He smokes, hardly sleeps, doesn't take care of his body
He grades student's essays, the work done so shoddy
What does it matter, he thinks, he'll probably die soon
Yet, to the Dark Lords moods, he has learned to attune
It has helped him stay alive, that and his closed mind
He curses himself, it's his own bloody fault he was so blind
He should have picked her some flowers, and held her hand
He could have been a better friend, but a grand future he had wanted to plan
That plan cost him his everything, his heart, will, freedom, and soul
He looks so old for his thirties, the war has taken its toll
From the Dark Lord to Dumbledore, each have request after request
And when he was younger, a cruel father, school bullies, a life so not blessed
He knows it's his fault, if he could do it all again he would
But he knows messing with time is not something he should
So as he prepares for another dreaded, hated day
He wonders why he doesn't end it all, why he always chooses to stay
He cares somewhat, for his students, his godson, and the boy
But he won't admit to himself, because his spy cover it would destroy
And so, like always, the day begins at dawn
He becomes his role, feeling like a tiny used pawn.
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