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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Ranulph's Veil

Make me a ring so I can slip through the crowds silent and unseen he asked the Dwarves.  For weeks.  Make me a ring that will let me go where I wish, quiet as love, as regret.  He asked week after week after week.  Finally, they called him to the forge.  We have heard your petition, and they locked the veil on him, and he slips through the crowd silent and unseen.
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8 comments:

  1. UnknownSeptember 14, 2011 at 10:48 AM

    Creepy, and quite well-done.

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  2. JensanSeptember 14, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    Very poetic. Good work!

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  3. Theodric the ObscureSeptember 14, 2011 at 11:53 AM

    Heh-heh. Yeah.

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  4. OmegaSeptember 14, 2011 at 12:06 PM

    This one goes in the nightmare file.

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  5. richardSeptember 14, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    Nice. A departure from your usual approach: I like it!

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  6. TelecanterSeptember 14, 2011 at 8:00 PM

    Thanks very much everybody.

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  7. Marcus SwimsSeptember 17, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    This strikes me not so much as nightmarish as a sad parable. He becomes God--omnipresent, mute and hungry.

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  8. TelecanterSeptember 18, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    Hey, marcus! good to hear from you. Yeah, I like to think it has fruitful ambiguity. Maybe he wanted what he got, maybe he did until he got it, maybe he never wanted that. Probably a mixture.

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