Now, who in the room does not know what a Drow is. Well from what I can gather, it is almost like an inverted Shining one. Fae opposite.
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.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Path of the Highlands (A Letter from Emalf)Revenge is sweet, so they tell me. I felt a rush of fear, exploding in every heart and soul of the Niknogard. Yet, fear is an added edge when mixed with vengeance.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,