Author: Longsama PM
[HBP spoilers. Snape's POV.] Exult, O abores! and ring, O bells! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Walt Whitman.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Severus S. - Words: 186 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 07-24-05 - id: 2500759
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Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter and all related characters. No profit is being made from this story, and it is not intended to be a violation of the copyright. "O captain! My captain!" is a poem written and copyrighted to Walt Whitman.
10 points to whoever recognizes the Dante reference.
Story Notes: You may blame "Dead Poet's Society" for this.
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."
Not my hands on the wand and not my voice as it chokes out the words that flicker green underneath a carnivorous skull, hissing from not-my wand, beware all ye who enter here. It was not designed to hurt or bleed, but I see it on my hands I see it on my face. I see red red red everywhere I turn and why does no one else see that same cruel color? I see the spots where my captain walked with scarlet footprints burning behind my eyelids and my face presses against my bloodstained hands
"O captain, my captain..."