(About the Creator and Galia)
It began with an abundance of light
And copious amounts of new life.
All was innocent, natural and free,
Until He created humanity.
Their aura was grim,
Clouded by selfishness and greed
And because of their wicked deeds
The world grew dim.
Time past without their influence,
But nature bred them once again.
With another chance they destroyed His presence
And another loop was slain.
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...
