Aethels Hair WIP
Hair, yep still a evil obsession.
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;