Vitriol and Venom
By EmptyWord
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Scholastic Press, Allen & Unwin, Raincoast Books, and others I may have missed.
In the deepest of dungeons in the darkest of moods
Billows the nocturnal Potions Master,
With vitriol and venom waiting to be brewed.
A glittering beetle plucked to glittering eyes shrewd,
The curl of a sneer on the mysterious spellcaster,
In the deepest of dungeons in the darkest of moods.
Inscrutable shadows he seeps and exudes,
To the keen of mind the threat of disaster,
With vitriol and venom waiting to be brewed.
A sweep of supple fingers, and ingredients stewed,
The vilest of concoctions bubble yet faster,
In the deepest of dungeons in the darkest of moods.
All hopes thrust aside, maudlin dreams seclude,
He slaves to serve the cause of his master,
With vitriol and venom waiting to be brewed.
Foolishly mired within a cataclysmic feud,
His brilliance insufficient to save him disaster,
In the darkest of dungeons in the deepest of moods,
Vitriol and venom never again to be brewed.
A/N: Er, a downright shabby attempt at a villanelle, and in no way worthy enough of a tribute to Severus Snape, but I've never been one for poetry. Rather than thanking you for reading it, I'm going to bow to you for stomaching it. (cringe)