Disclaimer: Severus Snape does not belong to me.

Author's Note: Here it is. My first Snape poem. Another one of those intricate, thoughtful, characters. You have my promises that I will write more, and perhaps delve into more intricate, thoughtful characters.

Brewed Glory and Stopper'd Death

Dungeons twist, dungeons turn,

Icy potions boil and brew

'Neath the cauldron fire burns,

Fire simple, fire true.

Touch the fire- burn the skin.

Fools use body, I use skill.

Reach to knowledge far within,

Bend the fire to my will.

Art precise and danger cunning,

Every potion is a test.

Will to keep my mind from running

From the fire which knows me best.

Brewed glory and stopper'd death,

So like this life- watch your back.

Trusting no one, leave no breath,

'lest the dangers do attack.

Brewed glory and stopper'd death:

There they stand along my wall.

The distance is a minor breadth,

They're known to make a great man fall.

But I am not great or strong,

Forget the light, disperse the laughter,

With glory and death I belong,

For I am the Potions Master.