SWAN SONG; tom riddle

𝖛𝖎𝖝

dear tom,

          i often wonder the severity of your punishment will be when you arrive.

          in my life i wasn't good. saints, i wasn't even decent. but never in all my years did i ever try and cheat death.

          not once did i laugh in the face of death and her almighty reign. not once did i dare to defy the divine rule of the angel of death by even breathing the word horcrux.

          in your quest for prolonged life, you seemed to have forget the odds were always stacked against you no matter how much you exploit and falsify and bend the living to suit your every whim.

          but the dead are not so guillible, my love. your first mistake was underestimating us. our bones may be decaying into ash but our spines remain intact.

          all you have done is anger the gods and seal the door of your own fate with the solidified blood of those you've killed on your journey for power.

          you have made a mockery of all things divine, tom. and they told me you shall burn for it.

         they will make it certain that you will have not a single mourner and no funeral to honor your wicked memory.

          i hope they ruin you and i hope they'll be brutal.

          maybe then, when we are both in an unlovable disarray, i'll be enough for you.

yours,
florizel