I don't know how or why I started this, but I wanted it to go somewhere. It is a free-verse elegy.
Back again with Yuri, Natsuki, Sayori, and Monika.
Funnily enough, Monika is a foreign name.
Everyone's names can be made in traditional Japanese,
Besides Monika's and The Player.
Does this hint at something?
But of course, it does,
I'm late to the party.
One that will start in horror.
A festival that will never happen.
Young may not be right,
But girls none the less,
Await the special time.
But they will not make it,
Hindered by rain clouds,
Loneliness,
Or over-compassion,
Is that right?
But eventually,
Days come to ends.
And she is there for me,
Not Yuri, Natsuki, or Sayori,
But Monika waits.
All good times must come to ends,
I need saving this time.
