A/N: I wrote this poem in the Chaucerian style, after the CanterburyTales. I was hoping to achieve the same background story style Chaucer wrote for his characters in his poem. I honestly do hope you know who this poem is about, or else... I don't even know what you're doing here. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own any TINY bit of Harry Potter.
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There was a potions master, a dark brooding man
Who kept many secrets, and always focused on his plan.
He stood tall and thin, with black flowing robes
And had deep searching eyes, orbs like mind probes.
Vengeance and bitterness, filled every bone in his limbs,
So much that he punished his students on mere whims.
Deep lines permanently etched his features in a deep glower,
Perhaps it was the nightmares that chased him by the hour,
For he was not what many thought that he was.
He'd seen the light, had switched sides because
He had found love, and love he had lost
And begged for redemption, at any price it would cost.
So different at that moment the man seemed to be,
It is amazing what loves death can make one really see.
When time finally came, for his part on the stage,
He played it to perfection, the last act of his rage.
You see, though in the beginning I thought him a crook,
By the end, I loved him for the journey he undertook.
And if one were to ask, "Even after all this time?" to me,
"Always." Is what my answer would be.