felixthecat14 Oct 2002

Great narrative drive. Rhyme structure primitive, but inventive and witty language - "Perhaps it worked; perhaps 'twas luck.
In truth, I do not give a fucke." or "So, just like her in Paradise,
Who, also nude, and prone to vice,
Did gorge herself on wicked fruit
And shew her shameful birthday suit" to name two personal favourites - but really the memorable lines are too many to quote here. But perhaps most compelling is the tremendous moral message: so much modern verse gives us no more than pallid whining about love. Dark Angel really gets to grips with the big issues. So to speak. And the ending is worthy of Poe, though let down a trifle by the final 'Nooooo' which adds an incongruously Simpsonesque note. Dark Angel's work is becoming increasingly mature; this reviewer looks forward to his next, even riper, offering.