(About Rose)
A peaceful, porcelain face,
The mask of the dead,
Surrounded by strands of red,
Rests upon a rotting flower bed.
Does she feel pain in this state?
Can she hear
Our voices which seem so near?
No, another attraction is much too great.
Her thoughts are elsewhere,
Chaotic in her mind.
She is searching,
But unsure of what she'll find.
Deep inside, she has a choice.
Indeed, she was given a voice.
Morales fight.
Which one is right?
Her time is up,
But who has won?
Can she forgive and forget?
Will she awaken or remain broken?
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...
