Shades of grey

This theme has constance of characters. I was pleased to see your moniker even if the code of the poetry was hard on the eyes. I have been very ill. My fever broke a few days ago and my breathing began to normalize yesterday. In due course I will see what you have been up to while I have been away. Brian

elegantly cryptic.the more cryptic a work the more open it is to individual interpretatioon.the poetdraws an outline that the reader fills in following the clues. this is how i read it: the poem is about drug abuse. i wont go into detail so others can enjoy. you always suprise me Molly in a day out comes the fine china.For you there is no. limits. line 31. a to an.

Maybe filled with different shades of gray, but this poem is by no means gray, it was a very good write. I like. Lyz. X

The whole truth and nothing but the truth, your poem succintly develops the theme of the constant battle between good and evil. For you, I see, there are no grays, for everything is shade and colors. For me too. We must always be careful how we judge a person, except we've have delved into the profundities of Truth itself. That, nobody can do, except the Lord God. For us remains the relative truth, the shades of gray you talk about so very well in your excellent poem. Thank you. Gentle regards, Hugo

all the elements, in the gutter waste they lost their lustre a broken red balloon a cracked soap bubble in the childs eye and the last smile from the predator just nails it really. So good. Love. Craig

this is magic, you paint wonderful images here. I particularly loved the end, the dove queen, sister lightning and the wolf girl... Yours, ~Nina P.S. an unknown cloak ? and balloon ?

Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww now I just love these dragon stories you write Molly. Brings out the swashbuckler in me! I am telling you Molly, I ran out in to the village and proclaimed to the residents that the dragon king was dead and his diamond scales had been shed... they all stopped what they were doing and gasped! No they cried, surely the grand eloquent dragon of shimmering argent gem skin could not be defeated? Has the creator of all The Goddess Molly stopped her dragon pennings and cast the dragon away? No no no please do not let it be so! This story poem is excellent and I just adore the way you always progress these stories each time you return to this fantasy world and regales us with more splendid tales of your imagined world. Molly I really think you should collate these short story and make a book on them... they be an instant hit I am sure. Your ever explosive descriptives at the start are the catalyst to a cascading plethora of enchanting words that glean and glisten on the page as if writen on the dragon king's coffin drapped in the silver scales. The predatory wolf, howls to the moon that shines sapphire moonbeams down like spotlights as the funeral procession slowly makes it's way through the heart of the city. Only for decay and worms to eat away his wooden resting place and devour his earthly chassis ... but never his spirit. We citizens shall morn the passing of the great dragon king! All Hail Molly as the great successor! Brilliant my dear friend! Dale :)