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Wesker's SongWesker's Song
Okay, this song skit is deicated to Wesker. He's fucking cool and makes the perfect RE villain but at the same time I feel sorry for him. I mean, just how did he turn out to be the way he is now? Was he always this cold hearted and ruthless? Or was he forced to be this way? It's mostly about Wesker but I threw in Alex to throw out some questions that I had always wondered myself.
It doesn't have ties to Resurrection of the Nightmare, it was just something I made up. It shows what I think about Wesker.
He's still pure badass. ^v^ That's our Wesky!
Wesker glanced at Alex as she wandered about the room. He couldn't believe he got stuck with her but she had been impressive. The only thing that bothered him about her was her endless list of questions that she kept firing at him whenever she got bored. Wait...actually there was something else. Everytime he looked at her, Wesker felt a tiny bit of himself change. And he didn't like it. It wasn't a roman
Dante's Lonely SongDante's Song....when he's alone
Okay, here's a skit I wrote after listening to When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down after playing DMC. I think it fits him pretty well. There's a darkness within him that he can't shake off and hates being alone, right? So, this is how I pictured him when he wants to be alone but at the same time not wanting to be. It makes me want to cry and console him because Dante just wants someone to be with him or at least someone to be there for him. And because of that it makes me love him all the more. Again I gave no names to who he likes most for a benefit. One, Angela can dream that he's talking about her and not Rally. Remember, you have yourselves to thank for this skit. *sighes* Great, now I'm thinking of a Rally/Dante deal. *pouts* I curse my dreams.... and overactive imagination. *smile* But I can have you girls to thank for this! (J/K)
Dante hurried out of the Merchant's shop at around the early morning. Normall
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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