So Sayeth Aeron
These swords took ages to create. Amazing amount of detail, not easy getting the mats to work together though.
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.
Modesty
The ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;He Calls Me Sloth
The Master, he calls me Sloth,Meek of the Squadron
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It 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.Guidance (A letter from Emalf)
Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?Fall of Ketpoc