Pleading
Author's Note: Love me! You know you want to! :D
Pleading was what I did,
With not Voldemort, but Dumbledore, too,
The prophecy couldn't be right,
But then again, if not, then who?
Trelawney couldn't be right,
My poor Lily couldn't be,
Lily couldn't possibly overpower him,
For she was so careless and free,
She must not be killed by him,
For a cause that was not at all,
For Lily couldn't be greater than him,
For who could be greater than the evilest of all?
Not to say that liked him at the very least,
For my intention was never that,
I found Voldemort as foul,
Of that of a spitting cat,
Yet I could not let her be killed,
She was the wholeness of my life,
And if she died without knowing,
That she deserved to be my wife,
Then destined was I,
For the Heaven that she went to,
Even though deep in my heart,
I knew I could make it through,
So I asked Dumbledore for help,
And what did he do?
He told me that he was disgusted,
That I would not beg for her others to live, too,
Though nothing ever did come true…
Author's Note: I don't know about more...we'll see... :)