Asphodel

The sharp regret that follows to the grave Is hidden now by neither snow nor stone; For while we’re weak, it’s possible we’re brave Enough to face our sorrows on our own, Albeit, we need never be alone —- For though we live in dungeons in the dark, The fire’s there of love’s remaining spark. … Continue reading "Asphodel"

Ravenclaw

First reading, he had to take stock of himself...