A/N: Okay, apologies to my followers, because this is nothing like my usual stuff. I'm undertaking a right of passage, as it were, by contributing to the Teachers' Lounge compendium of Snapoetry. The theory behind this trope is that teenaged Severus must have been in the habit of pouring his little emo heart into pages upon pages of bad poetry.
So my (reluctant) submission imagines what Snape must have felt on his first night at Hogwarts, after watching Lily sorted into Gryffindor while he joined Slytherin.
Fated, were we
two shining pearls
among oysters
brought together
by a tide of destiny
Your perfect gleam
ever shining
making me shine
ever brighter
for being within your light
Strung together
we should have been
a perfect pair
not separate
as cruel fate has made us
I vow this night
to you my love
no sordid hat
will come between
My lovely Lily and me
I did warn you :P