Just playing around with ideas and once again the muse got hold of me and would not let go.
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,
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
Fall of Ketpoc