I have written various poems about Harry Potter and will quite possibly be publishing them here. Some of them were written quite some time ago in post-book release ecstasy.
Title: Severus Snape
Word Count: 133
Date: May 4, 2008
Severus Snape
Shadows haunt his every step—
The world is dark, the night is cold.
Thirty-seven years too young—
Thirty-seven years too old.
(...)
Swathed in black from head to toe,
Darkness curls beneath his feet.
Endless tunnels in his eyes
Black as pitch, not half as sweet.
(...)
His cloak billows behind him as
If it were a smoky cloud,
Masking steps he takes with care;
Hides behind a sneering shroud.
(...)
He dances on the delicate line
Separating black and white,
Falling somewhere in between,
Flirting coldly with both sides.
(...)
Fights himself near every day
With narrowed eyes and curious frown.
Cautiously he calculates,
Unlived years sketched on his brow.
(...)
Longs for love he never had,
Smiles a bitter smile at fate;
Dies a hundred years too young
Or thirty-seven years too late.