A/N* in a dark and dreary cave *
A woman came round
Dressed in pink
She voiced no sound
As she started to think
She looked into a pool and the water broke
Into it her soft voice spoke
" In hear now see your face teared,
For I will cast the things you've feared,
Make these thoughts for them last,
Or if ye save them
Save them fast
Or I make there lives the past."
She dipped her hand into the pool
And felt the water, deathly cool
She thinks not now when she speaks
She thinks not now when she seeks
The revenge upon that little boy
Who will be her master's little toy
*** !!! ***
In my bed I try to hide
For my Snape is by my side
He is still stuck on his bed
With bandages upon his head
Oh how can I feel grand
For in my baby's hurt I had a hand
Or was it that I had a push
I absently rubbed my tush
Over there he stirred a bit
How could I have been such a twit
How could I hurt some one so dear
He'll never like me now I fear
I have to go I have to run
From fate's horrible little pun
I look upon his face so sweet
I stand up and beside him seat
When he's asleep he's not such a horrible guy
When he's awake all I can do is wonder y
I stroke the soft skin of his face
My hand feels his heart and its soft pace
I don't know y he can not see
No one can love him quite like me
In my dreams we soar and fly
With out him now I think I'll die
A/N: well I don't know whether I am going a bit over board on this love sick little puppy love obsession thing I have for Snape but I have decided to turn it into a song poem. Maybe even 20 chaps if I can get it that long. Yes. I would like to thank the two most wonderful reviewers for reading my pofic. You will be in future chaps if you wish to be. I wonder how Dante did it. I mean I want this to be long. But dang his are like book length.
A woman came round
Dressed in pink
She voiced no sound
As she started to think
She looked into a pool and the water broke
Into it her soft voice spoke
" In hear now see your face teared,
For I will cast the things you've feared,
Make these thoughts for them last,
Or if ye save them
Save them fast
Or I make there lives the past."
She dipped her hand into the pool
And felt the water, deathly cool
She thinks not now when she speaks
She thinks not now when she seeks
The revenge upon that little boy
Who will be her master's little toy
*** !!! ***
In my bed I try to hide
For my Snape is by my side
He is still stuck on his bed
With bandages upon his head
Oh how can I feel grand
For in my baby's hurt I had a hand
Or was it that I had a push
I absently rubbed my tush
Over there he stirred a bit
How could I have been such a twit
How could I hurt some one so dear
He'll never like me now I fear
I have to go I have to run
From fate's horrible little pun
I look upon his face so sweet
I stand up and beside him seat
When he's asleep he's not such a horrible guy
When he's awake all I can do is wonder y
I stroke the soft skin of his face
My hand feels his heart and its soft pace
I don't know y he can not see
No one can love him quite like me
In my dreams we soar and fly
With out him now I think I'll die
A/N: well I don't know whether I am going a bit over board on this love sick little puppy love obsession thing I have for Snape but I have decided to turn it into a song poem. Maybe even 20 chaps if I can get it that long. Yes. I would like to thank the two most wonderful reviewers for reading my pofic. You will be in future chaps if you wish to be. I wonder how Dante did it. I mean I want this to be long. But dang his are like book length.