A Valentine for Mr Snape
An icy flame lit up my soul
You're an attractive big black hole
From hair to toe as black as coal
You send me up the greasy pole
Behind each sneer there's a dentition
Behind each prince a handsome fiction
Behind each bat there's a rendition
You truly are an apparition
So tell me, love, what fearful potion
Makes tenderness turn out of fashion
Turns gentle love into obsession
And makes us revel in affliction ?
If peace of mind must be the forfeit
I'll pay the price and it is fit
Cause you make hatred sound so sweet
Though you make faith look like deceit
Now I can't wait to see your death
But until then I hold my breath
So rest assured and rest in peace
The seventh is the last release !