Hello! Wanna drop by real quick and give a review!
So this is a cool poem. I think I was hit really hard by that last line. From the title, I was imagining something romantic, nice, beautiful, and then you hit me with... this. It defied my expectations, and I love that you did that! And that last line wasn’t the only bit of imagery that I was pleasantly surprised with. These lines too:
“The wind wailed in pain
Trapped in her rags, an old woman
Shivering holds in her skinny hands
A dirty ball of grey yarn.”
The atmosphere you build here is awesome. It’s an atmosphere of rot and decay, hopelessness and solemnity. It is the atmosphere that the end is near, that life is finite. Fitting, given the subject of this poem is Death herself. (That’s cool where you got the inspiration, by the way.)
Overall, awesome job. I don’t really have critiques... I love that you defied my expectations in such a profound, interesting way. Death comes for us all, kings and beggars alike—and she smiles as she takes us.
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