Rose Blanche - Poem Collection III Psycho Romantics <>~~<>~~<> Actually by: Zeerdank <>~~<>~~<> Fawning love, what a dear blossom of affectivities; and so easily celebrated too. Indeed who may deny the mystery of the hearts, the shuddering excitations, and the stolen kisses… Oh passion just might taketh thee at its thought! Yet tip the line too far to then find lunacy to be bought… Forgive the rhyme, I dost mean it true, that couldst a heart be unchained, then psychosity is all there’d beeth. Obsession is a rather fine word for it I think— And I think I know that dullard regularly enough these days. Yet, such a mind made it that I mayst stand sided with a great romance known only to heroes o’ old; and indeed that I am sided to— A sweetest of princes, my held rose. - Rose Blanche <>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<>~~<> I - Hope Lost and Manic Unendurable pains, then… To coddled by swat...
Rose Blanche - Poem Collection IV Of Roses and Me ~~~~~~~ Actually by: Zeerdank ~~~~~~~ And us, who were and still are, the rose. Our poems are stained in blood; our love endures. Such is our way, we know not of anything else. - Rose Blanche ~~~~~~~~~~【ℛ】~~~~~~~~~~ I - Hell is for the Stars Hell hath no blazing fires, Nor doth it ev’ell sires, Dost all stars preach to choirs? The sky to them dares lacking, Not fit to be their backing, Their idol is that tyrant Morningstar. I… see that stars dost fit hell, Their selfish brightness shows well, On the dark skies of ev’ell. What then is hell to fear of, If brill’ant stars declaim love- -And praise the black eternal hellish sky? ~~~~~~~~~~【ℛ】~~~~~~~~~~ II - An Ancient Dismays What an intriguing sight, That even gods can cry… And by to cry, can they then die? Or is the world still theirs? For should the onus lay on them, The horrid acts of men. Doth that give them the cause to weep like so? Tears, for one, at least of them...
Trying a new, smaller way to get a peep of my thoughts about media out without having to write a long post, welcome to the first Zeer's Correspondence. Dear Reader, I bought this game a month ago but I have not finished it yet, not for lack of quality, no, but for an abundance of it. Since I cannot think of a better term, I am writhing horrified through the game, afraid of what is in store after experiencing first hand… how much it can stir unpleasant feelings in me. I have just passed the first instance of Michel and the White Haired Girl, the one that comes Jacopo and his whole maddening door, and while that one surely disquieted me… Door two, or rather the one with the beast, tore me up inside so badly I had to take a break from it all. Pardon my French but Holy shit, that whole series of events, it really affected me in a way I did not expect. It was not as if it was wholly unexpected, I did pick up on the fact we had two stories concurrently running, and of course how they h...
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