Autor Notes’: Here you have my new poem-fic. It may be a bit confusing so I explain some things to you. These are Snape’s thoughts standing in front of the tomb of his former lover, who was…(suspense) of course, James Potter, according to my theory. Notice the metaphor in the refrain and the use of plural (lilies) not singular, and you will understand what the point of the poem is. Please R&R! Oh and English is not my first language, and this hasn’t been beta-read (ahem would you like to do it?) so please understand any possible mistake.  Dedicated to Lady Angel, Ginger and my other girls.

Author: Isilme Malfoy (webmistress hehe)
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Sevvy, I’m just being a bit romantic and paranoid. No sense in sending me flames. Ah! Of course, slash implied.

 For Your Favourite Lilies' Sake

(S.S’s angsty POV)

Marble stones over the grass,

Silent, as the darkness is,

No one near, solitude

Being a sad company.

Promises of long ago

Now no difference they make.

Earthworms living on your bones

For your favourite lilies’ sake.

Lies and truth are mixing up

In the shadows of my soul,

Blood still freezing in these veins

Every time I read your name.

Kisses which were born to end

Have been wrecked by fiery Fate.

All my hope was torn apart

For your favourite lilies’ sake.

No redemption should I beg

While your body’s buried here,

It’s too late. You chose to go,

Yet you may always be near.

Love and Lust did drive me mad,

Rage and Death led me to tears…

But no difference they make.

This same earth has buried me

For your favourite lilies’ sake.

Enemies shouldn’t get close,

Now my sins can’t be removed;

You redeemed yourself through that

Last attempt to save their lives.

Memories of you-so sweet-

Won’t allow me to forget.

When I look into green eyes,

I know I’m being teased by Fate.

You’re the one who freed my soul,

The only one who won my heart,

Now your absence I can’t take.

Lilies growing by your tomb,

For your favourite lilies’ sake!