Out of the Night
Out of the night and into the day. This was inspired by another image by 3D poetry and a mothers request. Hopefully its what she is after. Thanks Mum.
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.
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,