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Poem: Devotion
Characters: Snape/Lupin (squint!)
Disclaimer: Poetry is mine, playground is hers.



These shadows are too heavy
And I'm down on my knees in silence;
A voice in the wind is telling me
That you're weaking my defence.

But underneath this mask I wear,
And more lasting than this mark I bear,
Going deeper than Voldemort's obsession -
Is my one, unspoken confession.

Is this going to be my restitution?
You always in sight and never within reach?
Alone in the dark you shake my resolution,
But there can be no mercy; no one to beseech -

Yet still beating under this cloak of disdain
Is a heart - still living - surviving through this pain -
I'm too long acustomed to hiding what I feel,
But the anguish that I harbour is inexplicably real.

I know now that love is a heavier burden than hate,
And I've devoted my life to leaving it behind;
But something has weakened my will of late -
I can't seem to leave a werewolf off my mind -

Am I to struggle alone with this emotion?
Will I always have to put aside my truest devotion?
You have become my 'furry little secret":
I hate you - I love you - I have no regret -

Unless it be this: my corruption came between.
But you, while a monster, are still untainted!
And though I know I chase a foolish, childish dream,
I can't abandon the wish my heart painted.

So I pray it is enough to retrace your path,
To torment and provoke you, and still escape your wrath;
And alone in the dark, to brew your wolfsbane potion -
This and this alone, is how I show devotion....

(otherwise known as "I've gone round the twist and writing this is proof of pudding")

Cholling on the snupin chat, we talked about poetry and its lack thereof in the Snupin fandom. So, I asked for challenges, and presently recieved 12: doughnuts, fondue, champagne, eggnog, roast Christmas goose, Minature golf, stick of butter, windmill, fiberglass whale, fiberglass tiger, elephant on rollerskates, lighthouse. From those, I came up with this.

( Commence the Cranial Bleeding! )