A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Severus/Lily, #037 – passing, the If You Dare Challenge, #589 – lonely love, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #031 - needle.
A Larger Poetry Collection
99. Long Lost Love
The deadly snakes of time could not take away the sting
of that long dead love: that rotting corpse that stunk
of soil and mass, bodily fluid long since bled into the soil
and whatever glimmer once in her eyes long gone.
It was a lonely love now, with a corpse he barely saw –
never saw, because how could a man like him go
to the graveyard covered in pure white snow.
He could inject his own veins with a needle full of deadly poison
but even that wouldn't drown the poison of that lonely love
with death.