A sense of nothing is limiting - constrained when defined
By the placement of rhymes..... shaping my lines
Night feels saintly, divine.
You have a style that is unique yours, it is perceptible by its delicate sense of phraseology. The principal constituents have a makeup consisting between shades of the darkest minute detailing possible accompanied with a serenity of sorts, due to the eloquence of your words. Nonetheless, hidden in the midst of the magniloquence lies a knack for coloring the scenes with a grim tone, almost as if a fallen angel or some kind of heart broken nobleman, who has become enraptured by the smallest details of a scene, even down to its inertia. In fact, it is your insistence to capture the inertia that sometimes makes what your capture inherently have a stilted effect on its direction, as well as the full attention of the readers.
Anyways, I did enjoy this. There were quite a few lines, I had quite a blast reading. Thank you.
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