As I Lay Dying

by LivingALittle

This poem is a brief flash of what Severus was thinking about when he was in the Shrieking Shack.

As I lay dying,

I stared at him.

His Mother's eyes;

Everything else was Him.

...

I begged him to collect my tears.

I showed him my deepest Fears.

So that he would know

And understand,

The part I played

In the End.

...

I only hoped that when I died;

By a Master's will defied,

That he would know what I did,

Was Always, always, for him.