In a world of chaos, you are the only ray of light. At the orphanage, everyone kept their distance from me and called me a monster. Only you believed in me.
My madness and cowardice, my greed and despair: you must be my sun, and you must accept the roses as they wither.
My distant beloved, born on a snowy winter night and raised in a bleak, cold orphanage, you graduated from silver-green Slytherin, were crowned upon a throne of darkness and slaughter, and at last fell asleep in a time I cannot reach.
