Having a win with the lighting. Calliope is off to a concert, hence the Devils Horns.
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
Fall of Ketpoc
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
SoIt 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.