Severus Snape
Severus Snape,
Large billowing cape,
An acidic tongue,
A heart of dung,
Black bottomless eyes,
A hate for boorish lies.
That soul being black,
Ignorance he does lack,
Long walking strides,
The rules he abides.
A voice of silky velvet,
A softness one cannot forget,
Lanky legs and thin torso,
He is your friend, or he is your foe.
Shoulder-length raven black hair,
Rustling as he walks to his lair.
In that lair you will find,
Nothing remotely sweet or kind.
However, let me not mislead you so,
For he is a man with a troubled soul.
His cutting remarks and unfathomable pride,
Are things that flow with his raging tide.
It is a part of his life, his spirit, his mind,
And believe it or not, he was once to me kind.
After the chastising, the remarks, the wrath,
I have stumbled upon this dark man's true path.
I wrote this poem in math class. Yes, as you can probably tell, I never payed attention in class. Review please!