TOM RIDDLE (Voldemort's father)
(October 1908-August 1944)
My father always taught me
To never trust those who lived in darkness.
I met a girl who was cloaked in secret
And she won my heart in darkness,
Her past dark as the water
Within the pail from which I drank,
Offered to me with dark reason.
I married the my wife in the dark
And she deceived me so that we
Had born an heir before I knew.
My child was a halfling, my wife a witch,
Dark and ugly as the lies she wove.
I could not bear them and left then and there.
I never saw them again, until,
Through dark magic cunning learned through my wife,
The witch-baby returned, as dark as its mother.
He had been named for me- it was his mother's darkest spell-
So he sought me out and killed me--
And my father, who had always taught me
To never trust those who lived in darkness.