I've seen his sharp eyes linger on your hair
As vultures do upon their dying prey
Waiting for me, your life, to leave you there
So he can swoop on his sick feast and stay.
And every day such agony it brings
To watch you deeper plunge into his trap
But never can I tell you of these things
Lest I hand you the key to my heart's map.
Do you know that I love you? We've seen years
Of forest-clearing chats in which we shared
Our wild-eyed fantasies and strangling fears;
We laughed, cried, loved, answered each other's prayers.
I love you, Lily Evans; this is true.
Don't let his silken lies imprison you.
Prey by Flobberworm93
Story Notes:
This was originally written for my poetry class on the beta boards, so thanks to the fantabulous Katie (harrypotterfangirl21) for my prompt.
Chapter Notes: Unfortuanately, I have not yet acquired the money to pay J.K. Rowling for her amazing characters, so this isn't mine . . . yet.