Among my new school books,
I found myself a faithful friend.
Not everything was as it looks,
But I didn't realize it 'till the end.
I poured my heart and soul,
Into Tom Riddle's diary.
And a bit of his soul,
Poured in back to me.
Soon I followed his every whim,
Entertained his every thought.
My battle was to sink or swim,
And winning I was not.
I tried to dispose,
Of this plight.
But it rose,
And found me in the night.
Tom had set his eye,
Upon Harry's doom.
And this almost led me,
To my tomb.
Harry made it just in time,
To save me from the dark.
Now I end this rhyme,
As from the Chamber I embark.