Trapped in 2018
Sometimes we are all a prisoner to the muse. She has us trapped, or it our own doing. Sometimes I wonder. Thanks for sharing.
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.
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
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.