I’d like to start off with this review wondering why on good God’s Earth this hasn’t any reviews yet. Well, I’m fixing that right now, because I think that this has got to be the best poem I have read so far on MNFF. I will also begin with my stating that I could not find a single thing that could be improved. I only have love and adoration to shower upon your piece. The whole thing really is a clever metaphor, and I applaud the creativity used. Creativity is sadly hard to find these days, and originality is even harder, so I applaud you even more for that.
Now. I have two or three lines I’d just like to bring up and talk about, for differing reasons. The first one: “The clouds are melting in the sky. There’s chance that you could sing away the rain…” I find this to be my favorite part of the entire thing. For one, the choice of verbs is perplexing yet in context, particularly the word “melting”. Clouds can’t melt, no, but they certainly can appear so. It’s not only a clever metaphor within a clever metaphor, it can also be viewed literally as a nice bit of writing. I also enjoy what I draw from “…sing away the rain…”: Harry has that ever so slight chance that he can bring the reign of terror to a close, and just the use of the word “sing” is chosen well.
“The choices always crumble slowly, for your life has never been an answered question…” I’d just like to say that this is a fantastic way of describing Harry and his world up to his battle with Voldemort. Each book, he makes choices that lead into bigger choices every step of the way, and none of his problems can just be shut away by a wave of his wand. And they do “crumble slowly” as you say, for doesn’t it take Harry seven years and hundreds of choices to build up to that last, climatic moment? I enjoyed this line very much. It just makes me think.
I guess, in a whole, I could say that the whole piece makes me think. But for a clever metaphor, that’s not surprising. Genius, if I am allowed to say. : )