Phoenix by Aethel
And from the ashes shall rise power, intellect, beauty, and destruction.
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.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
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.