A Story of Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr and why He turned to the Dark Arts.
Prolouge
There is a place I go
That you can never know,
A place of secrets
A place of depth,
Of acts forbidden
And pathways hidden,
A house for the folk of Faierie deed
In which there is one pure breed
The four founders and there power
Can be sensed with each passing hour
The life one must live
The knowledge others are forced to give
The fake identity one must abide
Should not destroy the entity we try to hide
And so dear Anne
This is where it began
When I was eleven
I was shown this heaven
A place so wonderful
A place so rare
Most will even forget it is there.
This Poem Will appear later on again in the story in side a letter keep your eyes peeled. I've been wanting to do a sotry like this for a while. hope you enjoy it ! Updates may take a bit of a while! sorry! :)
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