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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