He stalks around the school at night, Yet no-one knows of his true plight, Voldemort is not his true enemy, Nor is it the students, nor is it Harry, The one who he does truly fear, Is the one who has haunted him for many a year, His conscience, knowing the terrible things he has done, All in the name of beliefs or fun, He searched forever, with hope to find, His long lost piece of mind. He has his remorse for the times he's been bad, And his conscience is haunting him, making him sad, Making him glum, cold, cruel and mean, The memories of all the horrible places he's been. The memories of all the horrible things he has seen. The worries he won't be able to set things right, This is the meaning of his true plight. For fear of harming all that is near, He has given away all the things that were dear, To his heart, To his mind, to his life, Perhaps that is the reason he doesn't have a wife. But I wonder, if he knew, Of the things that we do, To show how much we actually care, About him, and about why he would dare, To throw his life away, So he now lives hiding, Shrouded in darkness, Our only hope is that he might one day, Decide in the light he will actually stay, Then maybe he'd see that he's actually needed, Which means that our messages might have been heeded. So to Snape, if he's reading this, You need to know how much bliss, We get from hearing about you, Thinking about you, Writing about you, Spending our time wanting to know all about you, Please remember, that there are those who care, And there are those who wonder, and those who want to dare, You to come out of the dark, and live in the light, Stop hiding yourself, and stalking at night.