Happy Halloweeeeen

Once upon a weeknight dreary,
As I pondered quantum theory,
Per my reputation as a man made out of microchips,
While I sat there all unfeeling,
Suddenly there came the pealing
Of the bell above my ceiling, at the entrance to my crypts.
"'Tis an applicant," I snickered, "seeking entrance to my crypts,
Here to find Apocalypse."

Said she, "To be twins with Miki
Was obsessive, sweet, and sticky --
I still taste the way he'd say my name between his milkshake sips.
Woefully I see my brother
Now enamored of another --
God, how I would love to smother Anthy's head between my hips!
How can I reclaim him, take my brother's eyes from off her hips?"
Quoth the Rose: Apocalypse.

"Once I was outshone by Juri,
Crying till my eyes were blurry --
I could only seethe in fury, trapped behind her pale eclipse.
Desperately I tried to drag her
Down upon my poisoned dagger --
Now I know she dreamt of me in lesbian relationships!
Does it mean I beat her, that she dreams of such relationships?"
Quoth the Rose: Apocalypse.

"When I met my friend Nanami,
Prayerfully I thanked the kami
(Though my tales of fawning on her make me think of acid trips).
Though my thoughts are growing bolder,
There is not, until I'm older,
Anything to do but smolder, gazing at her perfect lips.
Might I find adulthood in the chalice of her eyes and lips?"
Quoth the Rose: Apocalypse.

"Oh my God, I lost Saionji,
Wild and reckless as Jumanji,
Tamed, I thought -- he whittled me the tenderest of bobby clips.
Now he's gone, and I'm forsaken,
Self-esteem upset and shaken,
None to take and never taken, one of many nondescripts.
Can't I be a shining light and leave the crowd of nondescripts?"
Quoth the Rose: Apocalypse.

"Help me!  I'm in love with Touga,
Head o'er heels like lust were yoga,
Feeling as rejected as the extras in the movie scripts,
Banished by the younger Kiryuu --
Oh, how I have grown to fear you! --
Touga-senpai, when I'm near you, how my heartbeat jumps and skips!
Just for once, can I be with the man for whom my heartbeat skips?"
Quoth the Rose: Apocalypse.

Into this collage I've pasted
Portraits of the souls I've tasted,
Bright young minds I've spent and wasted like so many poker chips.
Now at last has come the hour
I myself will wear the flower,
Tapping boundless founts of power, power at my fingertips!
Will I melt my demons with the power at my fingertips?
Will I bring Apocalypse?