Comments by The Dybbuk
- "Through the ritual of summoning, as if recreating that which was caste before Time swallowed the world, we come to know Despair in her full array of grays; she offers no solace, and in cold pastoral, she leads us by your words to rest without peace. Wordsmith beckoning, this here. *fire* "
Posted by The Dybbuk on "The Wood and White." by TheProphetUntold
- "star storm.... these words are trodden ... worn by many well walked souls... and the canopy becomes a backdrop for a flame that burns from behind. well wrought work."
Posted by The Dybbuk on "Not Unlike the Stars." by TheProphetUntold
- "callin' the sun down, the diamonds... the search for solace... the tone is regal, the lexical selection: classically applied, the subject, eternally relevant... "
Posted by The Dybbuk on "Still, I Wake." by TheProphetUntold
- "such measured lament... two links of a chain that has so much more to offer, and yet... offers far more than most... infinite riches in a small room. Fire set you free."
Posted by The Dybbuk on "A Thousand Suns." by TheProphetUntold
- "as if hope were proffered... through a celestial array of birdsong... and then it rained bludgeoned ravens..... a winter's lament never ends, the meaning of cold forced upon the reader in polished form and classic tone... superbly wrought. *bows reverently* "
Posted by The Dybbuk on "The Season Ends." by TheProphetUntold
