Reverence Lost 2019
All reverence is lost when blood is spilt. Celt thru and thru. We live, We Learn, We adapt, and we overcome. Thanks for visiting and please view in full, lots of detail to explore.
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.
Fall of Ketpoc
Battle of the HeartThe first major battle is fought,
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;