With apologies to Dylan Thomas
A filk of "In my craft or sullen art". No disrespect is intended to the author or the original poem.
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Snape's Secret
It is my craft, this potions art--
Exercised in the still night
When my desire most rages.
While you, my love, lie abed
With all my sins in your arms,
I labour by darkest light:
Not for He Who is Now Dead
Nor for my ambition, nor for charms
Or powers of the ages,
But for the priceless wages
Of your most secret heart.
I am a proud man: apart,
Though not by choice. This night
My potions craft assuages
All my lusts, desires unsaid.
If you, my love, if your arms
Could hold the fire of my rages,
I would not exact such wages
From my craft, this potions art.
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Snape's Secret
It is my craft, this potions art--
Exercised in the still night
When my desire most rages.
While you, my love, lie abed
With all my sins in your arms,
I labour by darkest light:
Not for He Who is Now Dead
Nor for my ambition, nor for charms
Or powers of the ages,
But for the priceless wages
Of your most secret heart.
I am a proud man: apart,
Though not by choice. This night
My potions craft assuages
All my lusts, desires unsaid.
If you, my love, if your arms
Could hold the fire of my rages,
I would not exact such wages
From my craft, this potions art.