Reviews for _-={Precious Seconds}=-_

[SizZlE666]

V ery well done!

I seldom give perfect ratings now that I have seen and heard a lot of submissions to NG. All the competition really set standards for me, but this one earned it. What I imagined when I heard this song is that a king was journeying home to his castle, and the closer he got, the more he hurried, and when he arrived, he saw his wife die. The song is truly beautiful, how slowly and subtly it climaxes, and how sadly it withers away. Congratulations MaestroRage, you have just earned yourself a loyal fan.

MaestroRage responds:

thank you SizXZIE666! It is an absolute horrible thing to experience, rushing home, to the place of solitude and comfort to be greeted by a dying loved one. It is better this way then to have her die without gazing one last time into the eyes of her significant other. I know for one, I would much rather her die in his arms, then her die alone.

I suppose, though more painful, healing begins sooner this way.

Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[KyleDaFox]

Very nice...

I loved this, it was very soothing and nice. Great quality, good job!

MaestroRage responds:

As was the intention, though there are also very subtle urgent emotions running through it, they are easily missed.

Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[TheSilverGuitar]

very nice

i bet youve heard this loads of times before but
BBBBAAAAADDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

MaestroRage responds:

I havn't heard Bad Ass for this types of songs much, so much appreciated :D!

Thank you again for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[Biofreak2]

This is what I see.

I see a boy, hiding in his room. Burglars are in his house they are stealing everything. Earlier he manages to grab his fathers Pistol from under his bed. He then hears approaching footsteps. Getting closer, the boy begins to wimper and cry to himself, thinking "Is this It?". Going over it again and again he finds himself watching a clock and hearing it tick past the seconds. He then finds it in himself not to give up and when the footsteps came to his door he fires three times, the figure drops. When he looks to see the face of the burgler, he finds the face of his father, lying their, dead. The boy then realizes what he has done and fall to his knees crying. Their he shall remain trapped within that unforgettable memory, even as the clock continues to move.

[princessofbalance]

a story

i see a youn man holding his beloved who has been stabbed by a blade in his place her blood coverin his clothes as he cries calling her name. she touches his face with herhand saying we will be together again i promise. he begs her not to die and that he needs her know and their love shines so brightly that even the cruel one who stabbed her stands there watching them in awed silence.
he lays her down folding her hands together as he stand up his anger rising as he lifts his blade from the dirt and makes himself ready to fight the one who harmed her. his face a cloud of anger as he thinks of her in his mind as he makes ready fight. thoughts of her smiling face, crying angry and the loving peaceful face when they laid together running through his head as he rushes towards his foe. an increble piece once again.