A Professor Snape Poem
Professor Snape's soul
Is snapped in half like his Slytherin muggle born self
Constantly surrounded by darkness afraid of the light
One half your soul and conscience tells you it's wrong
While the other half of your soul your dark side takes over
And that is accompanied with that little voice in the back of your mind
Telling you what is the right thing to do even though you know it's not
Like telling Lord Voldemort not to kill your crush
Who has married your rival James Potter and has a child of her own
A child of prophecy who has the potential to destroy the dark lord once and for all
It had to be stopped so the purge could commence and purge this world
Only leaving the pureblood's behind so the deaths were needed
Much to your sadness and horror it's quite embarrassing
You see it's almost like begging on your hands and knees
In a room full of Slytherin's those slippery rotten gets
It begs to wonder how your even associated with them at all
With countless sets of eyes all laughing sneering
As they continue to point and laugh at you