The Dungeons' Bat
Professor Severus Snape
is my name
Black hair
Black robes, boots and and cape
I am known
as the dungeons' bat
Maybe because
I dress all in black
Some even seem to think
that I live
in a vampire's lair
Maybe because
my skin is so fair
Yes, I am pale
What do I know
and I don't care
But it is not true
I live in the dungeons though
As Head of Slytherin House
I take care of my snakes
Because no one else cares
how they fare
That may seem unfair
but there is a dark stain
on our name
that will not be washed away
it seems there to stay
Maybe it is because
people are afraid
of what a few Slytherins
became
Like he Who Must Not Be Named
The stigma
I know it too well
To be called a slimy snake
That was what my school days' bane
used to say
Many see us as dark
but that is to go too far
True, some of the parents bear
the Dark Mark
But not all Slytherins have chosen
the dark path
Far from all
The Dark is everywhere
As is the Light
No House is either
Black or White
To me, the Mark is my shame
on my arm
My youth's scar
In longing for belonging
Naive fascination
for the Dark Arts
Feeling forsaken
I once chose
The wrong path
Because my life was hard
I know that is no excuse
But it is true
There was an allure
Too late I realized
It was all lies
And it came at a terrible price
To lose the love of my life
It was my darkest night
But it wake me
and made me see the lies
that bind
So I made it my plight
to fight
the Darkness' lies
The allure
that only wish
to bind
and to blind
to extinguish the light
Thus, I strive
with all my might
to help set things right
If just for my own peace of mind
I may not be kind
But I am no longer blind
And I try to live
with my eyes open wide
To carry on
despite
the great loss
I bear inside
Thus, to wear colors bright
is not my style
Because tinted blue is my life
ever since that Halloween night
Thus, my cape is black
Because I am
the Dungeons' Bat