My Lady Queen Aethel
Well the muse did me proud. This just all fell into place. She did all the work, I just went along for the ride.
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.
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,