Poetry in Motion
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The following are a collection of poems expressing the (often changing) viewpoints of certain characters from "Snape's Secret". This collection includes poems from Morgana, Tom, Severus, Anna and Issabelle. I'll warn you right now, these are a little dark and agasty in some spots, so be prepared. Otherwise, enjoy! -- Kat.
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The first viewpoint expresses Morgana's feelings about Tom:
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I walk along abandoned streets,
The north wind at my back,
Invisioning a place I've never been.
My stomach pangs with hunger,
My hair hangs in my face,
I tremble at the fear of being seen.
I watch at length for glowing eyes,
My heart pounds in my chest,
For my very doom I know they'd mean.
But now you hold her in your arms,
My only hope for happiness,
Reality becomes a fleeting dream.
Had you but known what you'd become,
I would not feel this misery,
For now your soul is calm and serene.
Still as I watch you make her smile,
Fear envelops my heart,
And drags my weary mind upstream.
And though your smile is gentle to me,
And your actions are of love,
I still can see that gastly frightening gleam.
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The next poem show's Tom's feelings about Morgana (and a bit about Issie):
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Innocence gone and childhood wasted,
friendships lost and they were few,
Joys of life you've never tasted,
All from what I did to you.
Family dead and inside crying,
Never trusting anyone new,
And now I see your soul dying,
All because I hated you.
Trembling there before the fire,
Wouldn't I if in your shoes?
Passion soon makes me the liar,
I'd strike you down, but then I'd lose...
She who is of love and laughter,
She who fills my heart with song,
She who's joy's my every pleasure,
She with whom I do belong.
She who loves you as she loves me,
So time proves I love you too,
I pray that your heart can forgive me,
For taking all you had to lose.
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This poem is in Severus' point of view and talks about his self scorn:
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I henceforth confine my soul unto the darkness of its self-made prision,
High walls surround it; enveloping it in stone and spike,
Rusted chains bind me to my own bitterness.
The cold of an iron mask presses against my face,
It which I built with my own two hands,
Of metalic pride melded in flames of passion.
As the bracing crush against my throbbing skull,
They entrap my emotions in that chizzled face.
As they lock, no longer do I don the mask --
I become it.
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This poem is Anna's point of view on love and those who reject it: ( This poem borrows certain peices of symbolism from the one above it. )
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Hope is but a crust of bread,
And dreams a cup of muddy water,
When one receives little of either,
They begin to starve from despair,
One lives for tomorrow -- but then it becomes today,
And nothing is different.
One wishes for death --
Yet still must suffer from that which plagues the living.
I know that they key which unlocks the bearing will never come.
I could flee.
Find someone who was willing to melt the bolts with flames of lust --
But I fear the pain of mistrust too greatly.
So here I sit and here I'll die,
Wearing the mask of a woman,
For the key of love shall never come for me.
Yet just today, O foolish cellmate,
Someone came to take you away,
Yet you beckoned icily "Leave me!",
In this hell you chose to stay.
Oh how I wish I had the option,
That the bearer brang to you,
I'd have taken it without question,
With all my heart, with gratitude.
But now the twilight is a-falling,
Shadows dance and Spectors grin,
A night of torture is beginning,
Farewell lest we ne'er meet again!
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Here is a poem about Issabelle's feelings for Tom from her POV:
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When I first gazed upon you,
My heart caught in my throat,
Your glowing scarlet eyes were,
The first thing I did note.
You spoke to me quite sweetly,
Yet raised your hand in hate,
Thus from our first meeting,
My mind was in debate.
You showed me things I cared for,
And some which I did not,
Unlike so many others,
I deserved not what I got.
You showed me love and kindness,
And saved me many a-time,
Like when I freed Sirius,
My I walked a fine line!
But you do have your temper,
I know that all too well,
You cast a paining spell on me,
And I thought "Go burn in hell!".
But anger comes and anger goes,
Much like the seasons fly,
I found that we were friends again,
As time slowly crept by.
One grey and dusky morning,
Our greatest test we faced,
And what had once been just a game,
Became much more fast paced.
I don't know how it happened,
But the world came crashing down,
My own blood all around me,
I lay helpless on the ground.
I then felt very frightened,
I was sure that I would die,
I saw you standing over me,
And you began to cry.
First you clenched your fists,
Wiped the tears from you face,
You said, " I love you, Issabelle,
Now I will take your place. "
I couldn't quite believe it,
But it soon proved to be true,
As you lay dying in my arms,
I whispered, " I love you too. "
I imagined a tiny chapel,
And your grave against the snow,
I swore by god in heaven,
That I would not let you go.
My fingers started trembling,
Then a glow overtook my hand,
You looked at me in confusion,
And then I helped you stand.
But our joy was roughly ended,
As the carried you away,
They said that you were evil and,
For your sins you must pay.
Now I fly o'ver city streets,
'Neath the moon's eerie light,
I care not what befalls me,
For I know I must set things right.
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I hope you have enjoyed this collection of poems. Is there anyone's viewpoint you would like to see a poem done for? I hope these weren't too cheesy, but I felt like writing poetry, so I did. :) Please r/r!! Thanks!!
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The following are a collection of poems expressing the (often changing) viewpoints of certain characters from "Snape's Secret". This collection includes poems from Morgana, Tom, Severus, Anna and Issabelle. I'll warn you right now, these are a little dark and agasty in some spots, so be prepared. Otherwise, enjoy! -- Kat.
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The first viewpoint expresses Morgana's feelings about Tom:
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I walk along abandoned streets,
The north wind at my back,
Invisioning a place I've never been.
My stomach pangs with hunger,
My hair hangs in my face,
I tremble at the fear of being seen.
I watch at length for glowing eyes,
My heart pounds in my chest,
For my very doom I know they'd mean.
But now you hold her in your arms,
My only hope for happiness,
Reality becomes a fleeting dream.
Had you but known what you'd become,
I would not feel this misery,
For now your soul is calm and serene.
Still as I watch you make her smile,
Fear envelops my heart,
And drags my weary mind upstream.
And though your smile is gentle to me,
And your actions are of love,
I still can see that gastly frightening gleam.
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The next poem show's Tom's feelings about Morgana (and a bit about Issie):
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Innocence gone and childhood wasted,
friendships lost and they were few,
Joys of life you've never tasted,
All from what I did to you.
Family dead and inside crying,
Never trusting anyone new,
And now I see your soul dying,
All because I hated you.
Trembling there before the fire,
Wouldn't I if in your shoes?
Passion soon makes me the liar,
I'd strike you down, but then I'd lose...
She who is of love and laughter,
She who fills my heart with song,
She who's joy's my every pleasure,
She with whom I do belong.
She who loves you as she loves me,
So time proves I love you too,
I pray that your heart can forgive me,
For taking all you had to lose.
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This poem is in Severus' point of view and talks about his self scorn:
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I henceforth confine my soul unto the darkness of its self-made prision,
High walls surround it; enveloping it in stone and spike,
Rusted chains bind me to my own bitterness.
The cold of an iron mask presses against my face,
It which I built with my own two hands,
Of metalic pride melded in flames of passion.
As the bracing crush against my throbbing skull,
They entrap my emotions in that chizzled face.
As they lock, no longer do I don the mask --
I become it.
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This poem is Anna's point of view on love and those who reject it: ( This poem borrows certain peices of symbolism from the one above it. )
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Hope is but a crust of bread,
And dreams a cup of muddy water,
When one receives little of either,
They begin to starve from despair,
One lives for tomorrow -- but then it becomes today,
And nothing is different.
One wishes for death --
Yet still must suffer from that which plagues the living.
I know that they key which unlocks the bearing will never come.
I could flee.
Find someone who was willing to melt the bolts with flames of lust --
But I fear the pain of mistrust too greatly.
So here I sit and here I'll die,
Wearing the mask of a woman,
For the key of love shall never come for me.
Yet just today, O foolish cellmate,
Someone came to take you away,
Yet you beckoned icily "Leave me!",
In this hell you chose to stay.
Oh how I wish I had the option,
That the bearer brang to you,
I'd have taken it without question,
With all my heart, with gratitude.
But now the twilight is a-falling,
Shadows dance and Spectors grin,
A night of torture is beginning,
Farewell lest we ne'er meet again!
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Here is a poem about Issabelle's feelings for Tom from her POV:
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When I first gazed upon you,
My heart caught in my throat,
Your glowing scarlet eyes were,
The first thing I did note.
You spoke to me quite sweetly,
Yet raised your hand in hate,
Thus from our first meeting,
My mind was in debate.
You showed me things I cared for,
And some which I did not,
Unlike so many others,
I deserved not what I got.
You showed me love and kindness,
And saved me many a-time,
Like when I freed Sirius,
My I walked a fine line!
But you do have your temper,
I know that all too well,
You cast a paining spell on me,
And I thought "Go burn in hell!".
But anger comes and anger goes,
Much like the seasons fly,
I found that we were friends again,
As time slowly crept by.
One grey and dusky morning,
Our greatest test we faced,
And what had once been just a game,
Became much more fast paced.
I don't know how it happened,
But the world came crashing down,
My own blood all around me,
I lay helpless on the ground.
I then felt very frightened,
I was sure that I would die,
I saw you standing over me,
And you began to cry.
First you clenched your fists,
Wiped the tears from you face,
You said, " I love you, Issabelle,
Now I will take your place. "
I couldn't quite believe it,
But it soon proved to be true,
As you lay dying in my arms,
I whispered, " I love you too. "
I imagined a tiny chapel,
And your grave against the snow,
I swore by god in heaven,
That I would not let you go.
My fingers started trembling,
Then a glow overtook my hand,
You looked at me in confusion,
And then I helped you stand.
But our joy was roughly ended,
As the carried you away,
They said that you were evil and,
For your sins you must pay.
Now I fly o'ver city streets,
'Neath the moon's eerie light,
I care not what befalls me,
For I know I must set things right.
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I hope you have enjoyed this collection of poems. Is there anyone's viewpoint you would like to see a poem done for? I hope these weren't too cheesy, but I felt like writing poetry, so I did. :) Please r/r!! Thanks!!
