Snape's Demise

by Suzan614

This is a poem about Snape's death. I just woke up one day and decided to write it. Hope you like it! Oh and I don't own any of the characters.

Snape's Demise

There laid Snape.

With deep wounds on his neck which was oozing out crimson blood,

and softly spattering on the floor,

as were his tears.

But he was

softly smiling,

softly smiling,.

For when he looked into,

those emerald eyes;

he didn't see the boy.

No.

He saw a beautiful pale woman,

with fiery red hair that shined as bright as the sun.

And she was

softly smiling,

softly smiling.

She lifted her hand and her voice,

Soft like the breeze you feel on a hot summer's day said;

"Come, come."

And he did.

And there laid Snape,

Dead.

But still,

He was,

softly smiling,

softly smiling.