A play on words really, a fractalized image within her fractal eyes. As you can tell, Im totally addicted to fractals, and the old ways.
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
WhenTension is beginning to mount,
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.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,