Beneath a weeping willow tree beside a cool dark lake,
There sat a pensive quiet man, and a man named Snape.
Beneath a great blue reaching sky around a hazy sun,
They hatched a daring parlous plan to fix ends undone.

Beneath a crescent silvery moon and a starry sky,
There laid two wise brave men, one artful and one sly.
Doused by a sheet of freezing rain sent by a stormy cloud,
A distraught man pledged fealty to make the other proud.

Beneath a bright green sign set twinkling in the sky,
There laid a great man’s body laid to waste by a spy.
Below the same green skull and innocent twinkling stars,
The spy made his escape chased by the boy with a scar.

Under the ever changing rule beneath the Dark Lord’s nose,
There worked a daring double agent for His greatest foes.
Beneath the storms of death and war beside the Dark Lord’s hand,
The scarred boy watched the murder of Dumbledore’s greatest man.

Beneath a weeping willow tree beside a cool dark lake,
Once sat a pensive quiet man, and a man named Snape.
Beneath a great blue wheeling sky and the clouds above,
They sealed their fate to die to save the ones they both love.