Professor Severus Snape and all other Harry Potter references belong to J.K. Rowling.
This poem is unfinished.


My Potions Matster

In darkest depth of dungeons deep
In labyrinths lair my master keeps
Brewing potions, bubbling toils
His hidden passions inner spoils


Tall and slender, serpentine, sleek
Shining locks like polished teak
Sinister sneer with features stern
Still for all these things I yearn


With longing stare through ebony pools
Despair and anguish, my master rules
Unblinking torment, venom lips
Helpless am I within these grips


Frozen to this spot with need
Lust, desire for his seed
Does he know what he commands;
The power held within those hands


Voice like finest silk or satin
But also steel, void of compassion
Sharp as razors slashing wit
Eyes like tiger's glowing slit


And yet, I see none quite as rare,
For him alone, beyond compare
Sit I with unrequited love untold,
Silence simmers, growing old