Here is my second entry for Whence's "The Snape" poetry competition. This is a poem that (theoretically) Snape might have written about Lily Evans.
Green eyes that haunt,
Emeralds that pierce my soul,
Shining out ‘neath locks
Of ruby red and sunlit gold.
Disgraceful love, for though my veins
Hold only half a Prince,
Her blood is clogged with Muggle dirt,
And yet: those mud-born lips I long to kiss.
Unlovely and unloved I know I am,
But if a fool may dream,
Let magic deeper than my wand
Pull her to me, make her my Queen.
The very worst of rivals bars my way;
He who is possessed of all I lack.
His smile, his skill, his charm all hold her gaze,
And on her faithful friend she turns her back.
And yet I love her, yet I linger still,
Watch from the shadows, pray for just a smile,
And if there is one wish I might dare breath:
Let me but watch, and worship for awhile.
