A/N: While I am aware that Snape is not technically referred to as a 'master' without the title of 'potions' in the original series, to my mind, and possibly that of others besides myself, the term is appropriate.

{Disclaimer: The original characters do not belong to me, for certain}

Snape's Bejeweled Darkness ~ * ~

A glittering dark,

Bathed in a purple tinged beauty,

That shrouds the weak and the uncertain persons,

And causes a potpourri of them beneath that shade,

To claw, wrestle and to scream,

Within tremendous waves of fierce black leakage,

Seeping thickly as they flee it, cascading through their . . . fingers-

Tossing about in a rage of wild horror,

While their fingers are thus still working,

Against the vivacious dark sea of their own, shriveling minds.

Yet, something meanders,

Into the life beneath this dark obliqueness,

Which the majority of them feel to be firmly,

And completely staunch, as a target of their loathing.

The something dark, which resides here unexpectedly flaps,

Upon a dark cape that whips through the stony walls of Hogwarts,

Through a time that cannot be put on this page-

For the context of that one life,

Of the purplish velvet, devilish darkness of Master Severus Snape,

Would be impossible to measure ~

It rests then, that we might come to the forthright conclusion,

Of pure, shiny, ominous enigma.

Like a stone of this word, or perhaps a black pearl,

If it did indeed take on a tangible form for us . . .

Because, Master Snape has himself created this shroud,

And not even he, the man himself understands it,

Reasoning that so many lives wrestle beneath this epic delusion,

Who are eerily set out with flaming torches,

Which will be used to fight against their liquid enemy,

Of freezing, saturated cold black-

Odd that they live beneath the blackness of his umbrella,

Odd because they yet know not,

That Severus Snape's shroud does not create their thick suffocation-

That it is Voldemort's glint of murdering black,

It was he who cast them all into this flow-

But yet, they choose the nearest target and say,

That Snape has stirred the life of this water,

Yet I say, my voice filled with a sinewy strength-

Let the damage be wreaked upon the true glint of wild savagery,

The sick blackness of the man who caused this,

Affliction of so many lovely people,

And take it away from he who, in his glorious shine,

Of apparent power and success,

Is indeed beneath his own veil . . .

And even more so . . .

Than are those people.

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