oh my gosh, that was amazing! I loved the opening part about her hair clinging to her like a second garmet! wow! what a beautiful image! The words that you send to your reader are magical and colorful, but there is still this sad, mournful harmony to it. Amazing! Wonderful job!

I loved this. Have you ever read The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley? This reminded me so much of the ending. Keep it up, this was beautiful.

How do you put a picture up on ur bio? i keep trying but im not getting it.

Look! Angie reviews! Good Angie, yes? Kind master! ::cackles in Gollum-ish fashion::
^.^
Anyway, I did mean to review, so I'm getting off my lazy ** and doing it. Apologies for de delay, chere.
I love the characterization here, and how both man and woman are so embodied with flame and passion. And I also like how the french is added in at some parts--it's much better-sounding then "plague" and "jealousy".
Beautiful poem, dear. Do keep writing, I love your work.

"The players in/positions, the stage set, the curtain/drawn back – now another act can begin."
::heartsheartshearts::
::falls back in chair hugging plushie in adoration of metaphor::
And I adore all the Ellaran versus Christian symbolism to pieces. (Swords and crosses, knights and priests.)
Lovely as ever, my dear. So fatalistic and sad but so beautiful.

Let me just say this: I heart you and your imagery.
I can see it in my head only too perfectly. Wow.
Just wow. (And even though you're not ranting here, save for in reviews, and you're writing good poetry to demonstrate for the poorer writers, nothing's happening. SCORE: CESAR & Allies: One. The Hypocrites: Zilch).
~Swinging from the chandeliers~

And things really begin to take a turn for the worse...
Dunno if you meant the "'Cross" part as simply "across," but it made nice subliminal imagery.

speechless...
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Firstly, you get a really big muffin for every time you used the word "Naduralin."

Secondly, do remember to share those muffins with Jamen. ::giggles and waves at him::

Thirdly, you hit the nail on the head with a grumpy iron hammer.

::loves this epic::

Far brighter than a heaven that must be won is a Home that loves you for and despite both faults and triumphs.

::applauds::

I love how Greek myth-y it is. Especially the epithets for the goddesses sound like Homeric hymns.

Um, they need to stay there and not have more wars. Julia likes poetry that has Nature and pretty Elysian fields-type places in it.

Being a Cousin really isn't the best occupation, is it? You're forever pawns and never allowed to have peaceful lives. ::hugs::

I love this chapter. Yay for Jamen and Cass!

Left on an island between realms all alone? ::winces:: It sounds remarkably like what I once imagined was hell. That must have been terrible...

::sighs::

Excellent, again, cherie.

"We few, we who know, all are lost..."

::shivers:: Beautiful work, dear. I love the way this is being played--I can actually see it happening all over again.

~Angie

. . . Aww! That's adorable . . .
"Do you remember a night like this?"
"A thousand. Or a hundred thousand. They're all dark."
::giggles and shakes head:: Thank you, O profound Jamen.