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.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
V-DaySpies have informed Kindaal of invading Wigrae;
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,