For Severus, on the 14th

[SadiraSnape]

A/N: A bit of doggerel I wrote just now, it's in the form of a Petrarchan sonnet. 11 syllables per line, 14 lines. The first 8 are in the rhyme scheme abba, the last 6 cdccdc. In keeping with the form, I've tried to put accent on the 4th syllable, and the 5th part of the same word. Didn't succeed completely, but then I'm rusty. Anyway, here it is...

And who do you think wrote it? One of the students? One of the teachers? Mr. Filch? Madam Pomfrey? I'll never tell...

Feedback appreciated.
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Striding in silence, unhampered solitude,
Robes flowing darkly, head bent in reflection;
Could I engage him, risking his rejection,
With proper modesty, seemly rectitude?
Surely some mannered word, never too loud or rude
Will turn his eye to mine, spark some affection;
Pleased that I've concern for his circumspection
He'd offer the friendship he has long eschewed.

I gather courage and bravely pour a tot
I place the offerings on a tray of oak:
Elf-made wine to slash his soul's Gordian knot.
I hope this courtesy says what I cannot,
His tow'ring anger this gift will not evoke --
In his web of myst'ry my heart is caught.