Snape at the Mirror

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He travels each night into that secret room

Searching to see her, if only once more

He finds her each time and sits transfixed

Upon the stony, cold, and dampened floor

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He sits and he gazes all the night long

Staring at what he alone can see

Looking into that Mirror that lies

Yet tells the truth so candidly

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He sees her, so close, yet so far away

Peering out from the darkened glass

He loses himself inside of that mirror

Never noticing as hours pass

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She reaches out, her hand on his arm

And sadly he turns to see only air

For she stays in the Mirror forever and more

His goddess with her fiery hair

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He sits and gazes into green eyes

Knowing deep down they are truly no more

Knowing and hating that he had a part

In taking away what he'd loved so before

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His heart seems to feel as though it would burst

Longing and pain bringing tears to his eyes

He lies at the feet of her Mirror's reflection

And begging forgiveness, he cries

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One night as he visits the Mirror again

He finds another seeming to adore it,

Another who warns as he takes it away

'Men have wasted away before it...'

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AN: Yay! my first poetry fic! I know it's short and simple, but it occurred to me when I saw an amazing fan art picture. I thought that it was very plausible that Snape would have found the Mirror of Erised, and we all know what he would have seen in it. Hope you liked it. Please review!