His birth wasn't celebrated
Nor were his first spells
His needs were barely met
Bitterness for cells
He had learned to live this existence
Without a hope of love
Until a certain green-eyed girl
Became his angelic dove
Those first few years he learned from her
And she also from him
That neither should have to endure alone
Cruelty of the heart or limb
But these two sweethearts, so close at first,
Began to drift and part
And when our hero realized this
He saw the breaking of his heart
Despite her efforts to guide and bridge
He went where she feared go -
His "friends" just seemed to know the way
His loyalties would ebb and flow
The years passed on and still he seemed
To grow more cruel and dark
Until she scarcely could recognize
The boy she met in the park
Although she knew of the things he did
She couldn't seem to forget
The way his black eyes would light up
Upon opening his potions set
Although she had grown to love and marry
The one he despised and mocked
He couldn't manage to sneer and hate
From the memory of an eyebrow cocked
Dark deeds he performed for loyalty
He knew no mercy or remorse
He mocked and tortured, maimed and killed
He was the "Snake's" war horse
Until one day, a plot he learned
Of a destined September birth
'Twas her child that was foretold
To prove a savior's worth
Great fear he felt that night
Fear for her continued life
There was only one great wizard
Who could ease his panicked strife
That night a solemn deal was struck
Between the Phoenix and the Bat
It was supposed to keep her safe
But they never suspected a Rat
Alas, their agreement was for naught
The "Snake" found her all the same
In a flurry of robes dyed black
To her side he came
Her house destroyed, her cat long fled
Her husband lay cold on the floor
Up the stairs he quickly climbed
To the first-on-the-right door
He knew that she would flee here
To the crib to protect her son
Unfortunately, her Gryffindor heart
Was violently undone
Like her husband, she also lay
Crumpled and cold on the floor
In his grief, he fell to his knees
And cursed his master with a roar
Horrified and shaking, he lifted her up
And cradled her to his chest
He knew nothing of the time he spent
Holding her in rest
When he finally opened his eyes
He became suddenly aware
That across from him in the small crib
Was a smaller - familiar - green pair
Her son was there, the lone survivor
Of this massacre so bloody
The only evidence of his interaction
A scar crossing his forehead ruddy
Even at this age he looked just like
Her husband, so foolish and rude
He knew he was the reason she
Had fallen to death so crude
Great bitterness and hatred he felt
For this young innocent child
But he found he could not harm
The son of Lily the Wild
The boy was left on the step
Of his Aunt and Uncle's door
Not to know what happened that night
Or of his parents' war
Until, of course, he reached the age
That brings about The Letter
And before Snape knew it, there he was
Standing before him, "No better!"
"No better! No better!" Snape ranted and raved
"He's no better than his father!
He's proud and arrogant and breaks the rules -
Oh, why should I even bother?"
But then those eyes, those bright green eyes
Would taunt him and challenge him so
No matter how he broke the rules
Snape saw the gentle doe
And so Harry grew before his eyes
Into the man his father was not
Until the day that Snape partook
In the "Snake's" war so hot
The rafters were burning
The stones were crumbling
Chaos reigned
With thunder rumbling
This was the moment that would decide
The fate of all the world
Would Harry prove the better wizard
Or from the tower be hurled?
Snape knew his master, the loathsome "Snake"
Would show no mercy or pardon
He had to ensure that Lily's son
Would not be compost in a garden
To his master's side he came
To request a chance to find
The boy his master sought so feverishly -
He hoped he wouldn't mind
His master turned to him quite lithe
And graced him with a smile
He thanked him for his service then
Gave him an end quite vile
The venom and teeth that pierced his neck
Proved too deadly for him
And so he lay down at the window
In the light of the morning dim
This is the end of Severus Snape
His tale is one of woe
But do not pity or mourn for him
He would not want it so
Following his death, the boy defeated
The "Snake" in a fair duel
"Of course he did, he's Harry Potter
The ever-lucky fool."
I will have you know that this ballad takes up two and one-quarter pages when typed up with 1.5 spacing, size 12 Times New Roman font, and double-column page layout. How do ya like THEM apples?