I Was Snape || Original Poem (Harry Potter)

I once was a gentle boy ;

I was eleven back then. 

Still happy, gay and coy -

I was friends with Lilly Evans. 

I loved her to Merlin's Swear.

But Alas! The sorting hat tore us apart!

Slytherin's green robes I'd wear,

Whilst Lilly took up Crimson Lion to her heart. 

There in Gryffindor she met James -

The arch-enemy to my Lord's apostle.

Snivellus caller, werewolf befriended; I threw many blames;

Though each of my claim frustrated on the Quidditch star's order. 

They fell in love,

I lost the will to live.

I joined the Death Eaters' club. 

Hoping that will, Lord Voldemort'd give. 

Pettigrew sold my love to the Dark Lord's wrath -

As I lay weeping with infant Harry in my arms.

Fortunately the Marauder's Shards

Saved Sirius Black from my temper's harms.

I let myself die,

So the Chosen One could live. 

A happiness so utterly wry,

Lilly's eyes live on as they continue to brim.

Long Robes, crooked nose and black Capes.

The Half Blood Prince, I was Severus Snape.