Aeron Snow Fire
Sometimes you have to say WHY. Lots of work for no return
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
SoIt has happened once again, as it has done every millennium or so. The Great One, has means in his ways. These wars, of total annihilation, act as a cleansing process.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,