a/n: Heyo! This is number two out of the three poems I will post, but so far I think this is my favorite. I love, love, LOVE Ib! It's so nice and creepy and Garry is so damn hot. Don't you DARE disagree with me, and I don't care that he is implied to be gay, either. In my world (aka my mind) he's heterosexual. I'm gonna make it normal, not italic since I want it to be normal.
This poem has spoilers, and don't read unless you've watched someone play the game/played the game yourself. I'M WARNING YOU.
Ib is not mine, which is a shame because I would make Garry heterosexual and make Ib a ton of years older than nine just so she and Garry would be together. ;)
Roses, Ib
In the haunted gallery
There were three friends
Ib, Garry and Mary were their names
They had three roses each
Ib's red, Garry's blue, Mary's yellow
But one rose is fake
Can you tell? Here's a hint: she's not mellow.
She's a painting of Guertena's
Painted a long time ago
Her hair the sun, her dress the grass
But her desire would lead to a destructive tornado
Garry found out her secret, and decided to tell Ib
But Mary knew about this
She wasn't happy, just the opposite
She tore up Garry's rose
Almost making him fade
But Ib set fire to her painting
And Mary turned to ashes
Yet her presence remained
Both Ib and Garry escaped
And lived to tell the tale
But one thing's for sure
Mary's twisted mind took the inescapable blame jail
a/n: So? Do you like it? Because I sure do.
Peace out, homeys.
-Jenn ^_*