His ebony hairs fall over his eyes,

teasing me mercilessly.

His eyes black and cold,

it is my eyes they hold

Staring. Taunting.

Killing. Mocking.

They bury me deep,

With no chance of leaving...

...no chance of escape.

His soft thin lips twitch,

in a smile but barely a hitch.

You won't see them moving,

he would never have losing,

his reputation,

his brutal facade.

The facade a tired man

has to put up.

The facade of an old man

who is losing his touch.

The facade...

...of Severus Snape.