(Lily's last moments).
I was a being of fire,
Yet internally ice.
My skin was a liar,
For it bore falseness.
My outside
Was brilliantly bright,
But my inside
Lacked this light.
The futile attempts
To receive attention
Gave me an air of condescension.
Thus, I was despised.
In the end,
As my life grew dim,
I realized that a creature of sin
Is easily forgotten.
Rosales Kordesii
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A Withered Rose: Rosales Kordesii's Poetry Book
PoetryAn old poetry collection I wrote in high school under the alias of one of my characters Rosales Kordesii. Most of the poems are based on characters and stuff that happens in the main story. Since I've moved on, I will not be dding to this collection...
