The muse has to credit for this one. I just let her do her thing and here she is. Thanks for looking.
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.
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
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.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?