His mind, underneath the raven hair
flowed as smooth and swift
as the river flows.
He understands
what he must do,
but just as he knows, he dreads.
Dreads the hate,
the fear, the chaos that he will cause
or maybe destroy.
As the river flows,
he rampaged over
all obstacles in his path.
Destroying enemies,
friends, ideas, all the same
to someone like him.
Yes, it's true,
Severus Snape
is plotting something.