Reviews for _-={When Demons Cry}=-_

[The-Great-One]

Speechless

As the boy stands before the ruins of such a happy place destroyed by man, as man see and hate one another it makes the demons cry to see such hatred. When demons cry places are destroyed and when demons cry to release an anger upon man.

That is why demons prey on men of hatred and war and when the innocent soul is met and shows heart and not violence, the demon accepts it.

You can call them demons, but I call them angels, angels referred to as demons by man.

You have made another great audio and I truly enjoyed it from beginning to end. Thank you for another great experience.

MaestroRage responds:

Hello TGO.

A very very interesting concept you have written here. I have never once thought of demons in this nature, and truth be told, it is very endearing.

Listening to this piece with your story, it sits very well, and opens up volumes of stories and ideas.

Thank you for THAT experience! I am glad you liked the piece, thank you again for the review. I apologize sincerely for the late response :(.

[PolarBearWP]

A different approach to the story, if you will

The Audio Portal here has created a place for great imagination to flourish, both in the artists that compose masterpieces like this one and others, and for those who see what the music creates. Im going to take a different approach to this, if you dont mind, Maestro.

I see a young boy waking just after dawn, emerging from a small straw and rock hut on a damp and foggy morning near the seashore of old Ireland. Walking among an old, well-trodden path from his house, he smiles joyfully at the insects flitting about in the heavy morning air. He reachs out to touch the long, dew-covered leaves of the reeds along the trail as he saunters. He emerges from the trail right at 1:20 (as the choir enters) into a clearing right onto the fine sandy beach. I can see him standing, staring off into the distance as the water laps around him.

Truly well done! I love it Maestro.

MaestroRage responds:

I don't mind the new approach at all! In fact I would embrace a new story!

And what a story it was. The pure and unbridled peace and emotion inducing view is one I would sacrafice a lot to see. Sadly I must make do with my imagination, and though I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to live this boy's life, it was simply not enough... I will have to one day compose a piece for this story.

I thank you for the story PolarBearWP, and the review. I am glad you liked the piece.

[funnyhomeboy]

Well, everyone was doing a story, here's mine.

The setting begins in a war-torn country. Aarof, a friend of Raskiel, a soldier from the opposing force, has a decision. Will he kill his defeated comrade? Will he destroy one whom he called friend?

Raskiel lays on the ground, wondering how this came to. How his friend must lay a finishing blow upon he who he knew from infancy, when war was a term they used to define an event that was hundreds of years old.

Aarof drew his sword as he walked to the man. Memories flooded throughout his emotions, fishing by the lake. Him catching a bass and boasting it to his friends while the humble Raskiel released his fish which would have served at least two more.

A tear passed down his cheek, standing there before Raskiel. "Do it, my friend, for I wish no more to see this war torn world which we call home", muttered Raskiel.

Raskiel closed his eyes, preparing for death. Nothing came. A spatter of blood lay before him. "As do I, friend" choked Aarof, blood gushing from the mouth,"As do I."

God, I feel like crap. Now I made myself even sadder, but I'm happy with the little story I made. :)

[linkgoff]

here's my take

an aging man looks upon a scarred, war torn battlefield. He ponders back to a time, long before he had the wisdom to cherich it, when this land was green, and filled with flowers, rich streams, lush forests, and quaint small towns. He wanders through the ruins, barely recognizable, of what was once his town. A mere few blackened stones stand reminder in the passing of where houses once stood.

He walks on to another town, far more decrepit, this only recognizable by a single stone for the largest building, and a pit still scarred from raging flames that scorched it centuries ago. He remembers this place as well. As he walked on to the very point where the war began, memories threatening to overwhelm him, he bespied a flower. Not a very speacial flower, very plain, nondescript. But it gave him hope. Hope that his deeds would not permanantly affect this land, that it would rise once again to its former glory in time.

What in young foolish pride he had begun, in aging wisdom he would end. He withdrew his knife, scratching a message upon the stone
Arius
In foolish youthfulness he began, in ageless wisdom, he ended.
then the man layed down in front of the stone and, smiling for as long as possible, slid the knife across his throte(sorry i forgot how to spell that)

[Legend4]

Moving

Peaceful, calm and bittersweet. Those are my words to describe this piece of art.

In other words. I love it!