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| A Garden of Thought by Primsong | 3 Review(s) |
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| Larner | Reviewed Chapter: 11 on 1/4/2007 |
| Lovely, Primsong. Very much an expression of the grief, both real and augmented by the Black Breath he suffers. | |
| Armariel | Reviewed Chapter: 11 on 1/13/2006 |
| Wow...so strong and vivid. The imagery is simple and fitting. Great use of language and thought and emotion throughout. ~~~{~@ | |
| Dreamflower | Reviewed Chapter: 11 on 12/31/2005 |
| Oh. This just brought tears to my own eyes: Tears quench the embers of my own battle-fire In this blackened, acrid, smoke-laden mist. My heart beats as a cold weight within me, And I hear my own breath coming in gasps. I am lost, so lost, so lost and alone. My liege and my King - I pressed your hand to my lips; Your words of parting were spoken, Words of the Great to this small hobbit of the Shire. Your dead hand lays heavy in my own. What warmth I have cannot reach where you have gone. I must reach out to close your once-kind, Darkened eyes. The end of your bright morning came so soon. Poor Merry. | |