Go on. Hug him. You know you want to.
Location: New Jersey
Rank: Desk Jockey
Joined: Mon Jul 14, 2008 9:16 pm
A poem Franziska von Karma might have written after losing her first case to none other than Phoenix Wright. The second stanza, to me, is epic, but the first needs major work.... Crits, anyone?
Fragile diamonds trickle from tired eyes
And shatter in the shadows behind me.
The black tsunami of realization
Has crashed down and ripped me open,
Polluting my insides,
Giving me a new name.
Yet here I stand in this maddening crowd,
Like the tombstone at the head of my grave,
While shocked and scornful eyes
Read the melancholy truth printed upon me:
Here lie the remains of Perfection.
Miss her, miss her, miss her.