„𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂?" -- [ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵘˢ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵉ] // [ᴰᵉᵘᵗˢᶜʰ]

Severus Snape - a poem

In dungeons deep, where shadows creep,
A figure clad in black does weep.
Severus Snape, a troubled soul,
With secrets that he can't control.

His heart obscured, a mask he wears,
A life entangled in despairs.
Yet loyalty burns deep within,
A love that's hidden, never seen.

A potion master, skilled and sly,
His gaze intense, a watchful eye.
Protecting Harry, though he hides,
A guardian through stormy tides.

From Lily's loss, his pain derived,
A love unspoken, love denied.
He guards her memory like a prize,
A beacon in his haunted eyes.

A double agent in the war,
He played his role, forevermore.
The choices made, a heavy weight,
A life defined by love and hate.

In the end, a hero's fate,
A sacrifice, though filled with hate.
His name redeemed, his heart laid bare,
Severus Snape, forever rare.

In Potter's tale, a complex man,
With flaws and virtues, depths that span.
A poignant figure, brave and deep,
Severus Snape, in shadows, we keep.