Reflections Upon the Revelations of the Half-Blood Prince
Or
Snapey is a Rat
By Veresna Ussep (apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer)
The outlook was quite brilliant for the faithful fans that night
They'd read the books from one to five with rapt, devout delight
Among the crowds who gathered 'round the bookstore's bulging gate
Were quite a few devoted to a character named Snape
They stood there smugly smiling while others called him 'tainted'
The greasy git could never be as black as Rowling painted
"Just look at all the times," they cried, "When he has saved the life
Of that obnoxious Gryffindor who fills his world with strife!"
"You see only hate and spite, greased hair and large, hooked nose
Look closer and you'll surely see it's all a surly pose
He's really quite the hero, complex and enigmatic
Designed to purposely mislead the hopelessly dogmatic"
"You see the world in black and white-no other hint or hue
You stupidly refuse to give a repentant soul his due
Yes, he's no knight upon a horse, no Saint of alabaster
But his loyalty is vouchsafed by the elderly headmaster"
And so we wrote our tales of brave and stoic constitution
And patiently awaited the expected resolution
He'd prove to be the hero yet, the greatest of them all
He's probably die tragically, assisting Voldy's fall
Oh, some did quaver (just a bit), after all the man's a Slytherin
He'll tend to waver back and forth, depending what he's given
But most of us within our hearts held cherished notions fast
That when the dust had cleared away, he'd prove noble at the last
Now hordes of readers sit entranced
And sing new praise of Potter
But there is no joy in Snapeville
Our man's turned out a rotter