[Hp]gray Moonlight

-I still remember that day The sky is a mixture of white and black, with the setting sun and the crescent moon showing its corners. - "Even if the powder of moon grass is mixed with the blood of a unicorn, it won't turn white." The beast in his eyes was hidden behind the moonlight, and he said this with a sarcastic tone, "But you can, dear Osvid, even if I use swamp water, I can't dye you black." He would only call me Osvid when he was angry. I glanced in his direction, with pale skin set against black hair, cold black eyes and tightly pursed thin lips. The air that was about to be frozen was squeezed in my lungs, and I didn't know why I suddenly remembered a poem. "Black butterflies, sweet and true, like wheat fields and the sun, poppies and water." I think Tom Riddle is that black butterfly, fragile and strong. -- Flickering like a candle.