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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Fall of Ketpoc
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.
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.
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,