Look who I found in a remote Turrett ....poor Rossetti..he must have been trapped here since the 1800's!
But fret not, he has not been idle, quite absorbed he seems with his own musings and artwork as he produces poem after poem and painting after painting...!
and perhaps the turrett is the best place for him..be not persuaded by this man's appearane or expressions, for he has left a string of broken hearts across the eons!
Alas, no sooner he saw me than he began to recite his poetry, and I had to fly away as fast as wings would carry me before i was completely overwhelmed by his devastating charms !