Among the thorns and weeds,
If you look closely, THEY can be seen.
What THEY truly are, no mind knows.
One can only describe THEIR invisible form which melts into the shadows.
THEIR void, bland eyes only stare,
Completely conscious that you stand there.
Peer too long and you will be,
Possessed by humanity.
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...
