The darkness has caught its breath,
The half-heard whispers of the angels
Has fallen silent as they gaze, awestruck,
Upon the slumbering child asleep upon
His mother's doting breast.
Upon lashes dark, and long. Upon eyes
Closed and unseen that lock, behind the
Shield of their lids, the mysteries of potions
That one day shall be revealed.
O! Sleeping wizard.
Slumber soundly, sweet philosopher.
O! Welcome to this joyous world
Little potions master yet to be.
Welcome to the universe,
O! Wondrous Severus Snape.