Post a poem or lyrics that you have written about our dear Slytherin Head of House, Severus Snape! Remember to keep them SS appropriate, and if you want to comment on one, please do that in the chat thread so we keep this thread neat and organized! Have fun!

Well, here it is. I know it's rather corny, but I was working on the Snape, liked Lily theory. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Snape’s Worst Memory
By One_Less_Then_Molly


That hooked nose,
That cold dark stare.
That wicked prose,
That keeps us there.

Merely a boy,
Only just fifteen.
He’s not really coy,
He just wants to be seen.

By the girl with red hair,
And the bright green eyes.
Held captive mid-air,
By those marauding guys.

Insulted, and in pain,
Hung out by that tree.
Nothing more to gain,
Snape’s Worst Memory.

Severus Snape
Severus Snape
Looks sour like lemon
But is sweet like grape.

On the first day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the second day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, two Hufflepuffs screaming, and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the third day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, three Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the fourth Day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, four Slitherin Slytherins, three Ravenclaws cawing, Two Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, five golden unicorns, four slitherin Slytherins, three Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, six cauldrens bubbling, five golden unicorns, four slitherin Slytherins, four Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, seven curses deadly, six cauldrens bubbling, five
golden unicorns, four slitherin Slytherins , three Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflepuffs screaming, and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, eight special potions, seven curses deadly, six cauldrens bubbling, five golden unicorns , four slitherin Slytherins, three Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflepuffs screaming and a gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the nineth day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, nine moaning muggles , eight special potions, seven curses deadly, six cauldrens bubbling, five golden unicorns, four slitherin Slytherins, four Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflpuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the Tenth day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, 10 lizards leaping, nine moaning muggles, eight special potions, seven curses deadly, six cauldrens bubbling, five golden unicorns, four slitherin Slytherins, three Ravenclaws cawing, two Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the eleventh day of Chrsitmas, Snape gave to me, 11 demons dancing, Ten lizards leaping, nine muggles moaning, eight special potions, seven curses deadly, six cauldrens bubbling, five golden unicorns, four slitherin Slytherins, three Ravenclaws cawing, Two Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree.
On the twelth day of Christmas, Snape gave to me, 12 deatheaters chanting, 11 demons dancing, 10 lizards leaping, 9 muggles moaning, 8 special potions, seven curses deadly, 6 cauldrens bubbling, 5 golden unicorns, 4 slitherin Slytherins, 3 Ravenclaws cawing, 2 Hufflepuffs screaming and a Gryffindor in a whomping willow tree!

Just a corny poem I wrote a few years ago about the glorious Snape--


Snape in the Mind of Snape

Don't laugh at me.
I now rule you,
Control you,
Judge you.

You can't see my thoughts,
My horrors,
My wishes.

Don't laugh at me.
The instigator is dead.
The lowliest slime
Rose to the highest link.

You can't see what I do,
How I think,
What I feel.

Don't you dare laugh at me.
I control your destiny.
I can deceive and trust.
I control my loyalty.

You can't see what I can do to you,
How I can do it
Or what I'll do once it's done.

I am the one on top.
I am the one that survived.
I am...your god.

You fail again, Potter.
I am not a coward.

Don't know where I pulled this from. Metaphorically speaking, that is. Rythem and rhyme scheme courtesy of Shakespeare's Phoenix and the Turtle.

Save the Day

So the soul has been delayed
And with it triumphant victory
But what's good for him is good for me
Because in the end that's how it's made

And to the leader of the land
I know how hard for you to see
The beauty of his clarity
But let him lead you by the hand

In the darkness there is light
That any wanderer may find his way
For how there can ever there exist any day
If we are ever lacking a single night

One man in time had given his trust
And when or if your eyes truly open
Then you shall see, as many a men
How you, too, must do what you must

And Severus Snape, this "traitorous" man
Will certainly guide you on your way
Showing you the truth to save the day
Then fade out 'til you need him once again

"I'm tired, I'm thirsty, In my misery. Timeless in your finery. It's a high price for your luxury.Sorcerer, Who is the master? A man and woman on a star stream, in the middle of a snow dream, Sorcerer, show me the high life. Come on over, let me put you on ice.
All around black ink darkness. And who found the lady from the mountains. All around, black ink darkness and who found the lady from the mountains. Lady from the mountains. I'm tired. I need you badly, I'm wild-eyed. In my misery,. Timeless, in your finery, It's a high price, for your luxury"
"Sorcerer" by Stevie Nicks.

A secret etched out on sallow skin
Pulsates and tortures at his every wim
Paint the world black so I shall reside in shame
Never to reveal my true colours
Am I green or am I white?
Am I blind or have I sight?
My destiny marked out before me
No evidence to persuade on the contrary
Am I the one he's calling for?
Or am I a puppet for nought but fun?
Of blind faces and pantomimes
We dance the dance
And dictate the rhyme
We go through the motions
Of death and life
How I plead for the former to end this dark strife

^ That was beautiful!

Here's a poem based on the Snape/Lily theory:

Deep down through my inner eye
I feel a emotion crawling inside
Blinded by the marauders will
She cannot see the love within
For Lily dear, she's spares a spot
Deep down inside, before it rots.

Here's a poem that I thought of.Dedicated to the memory of Sev and Lily.

To you,my dear,I give my love.
To have, to hold,to carry on.
A love so deep it's called pretend,
Full of tears and words unsaid.
Jaded is what the many said.
Yes,indeed,but nevertheless,
A gift to you,my dearest friend.
I tried and tried,but you didn't see.
See what this one-sided love has done to me.

I am not sure how to word this so here goes:

Severus, we can now call you our friend
At the beginning we thought you were evil
You tried with all you had to be D.A.D.A teacher
but it was not to be.
As each year came , it went just a quick.
You were called a git, and that your hair has not
seen shampoo since God knows when,
Severus , you sacrificed everything when you killed
Dumbledor instead of Draco doing it

Sacrifice is all you have done..And what did it get you
You died before our eyes.. But before your last
breath you shared your love for Lily w/us.
And for this you get our love and respect.
Rest in peace. You deserve it

Here's my poem dedicated to the guy who was a loner at school...Of course it's Sev!

Soon they'll pay
I'll be powerful and famous!
Soon they'll pay
I'll laugh at them once they're sent
to Azkaban!
Soon they'll pay
and they'll be working for me
at the Ministry!
Soon they'll pay
once they're expelled!
Soon...They...Will..Pay!


R.I.P. man.

He's Not That Bad
by, hermione714




He strides down the hall with that cold dark stare,
you can smell his foul mood in the air,
students run from his path wishing they wren't there,
looking down trying not to meet his stare.

at a small hufflepuff thirty points he yells,
for changing your hair with those silly spells!
quickly he leaves muttering about "hell",
and pondering about something to do with jail cells,

although he seems angry and always extreame,
and when students see him they all want to scream,
he isn't so bad, not as bad as he seems,
he is human after all and is on the good team.

I hope you like it!

Hearts Desire
by, hermione714


infusion of wormwood, two turns with my wand,
three cups of bicorn horn to finish that bond,
now boomslang skin it's needed after all,
then add the voice of a young bats call,

Potions yes potions are not what they seem!!
there all power all magic! It's what i dream,
the warmth from the glow of the small little fire,
It is what it is, and my hearts desire.

juice of the dragon bean added with grace,
chopped mandrake root quickly! with haste!
then wiggen tree bark but only one half,
then an ounce of a small childs laugh,

yes! my masterpiece is nearly complete!
to go to the past and change the fate that i meet,
to change those cercomstances that once were so dire,
it is what it is and my hearts desire.

adding the hands of a clock, ready and set,
the hairs from those that i have met,
now stir and we wait until half past the hour,
then bottle it and take it to the clock tower.

done complete and ready to take,
but wait, what is at stake?
the war verse the creature who's name voldemort,
maybe i shouldn't, my thoughts i must sort,


I was such a fool how could i be so greedy!
just because in school i was practically neady!
maybe what i thought was not so dire,
my place is here, to teach is my love,...

...and my hearts desire.

I hope you guys liked it!

Lily's Wall
Well it feels like slow motion
I see the snake approaching
I feel it's fangs; it brings me to my knees
And I feel the warmth flowing out of me...

But in my mind, I'm climbing up the stairs
And walking down the hall and Lily's standing there
October '75, I see her in the owlery in the fall
Our love will last forever like that 8 x 10 hanging on Lily's wall

I see the snake there on the floor
And the Dark Lord by the door
They were heading for the castle when I walked in
Oh but this is not the way it's supposed to end

But in my mind, I'm climbing up the stairs
And walking down the hall and Lily's standing there
October '75 I see her in the owlery in the fall
Our love will last forever like that 8 x 10 hanging on Lily's wall

Oh somewhere someone says we've lost him now
But I look up and I see Lily's smile
So how can I be dying...

When I'm climbing up the stairs and walking down the hall
And I see a bright light there October '75 that picture of the two of us in the fall
Our love will last forever like that 8 x 10 hanging on Lily's Wall.


*Original Lyrics by Ty Herndon 'Heather's Wall'