(Face to Face) When faced with a decision in a dream like state, do we really know where we are.
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.
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
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,
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,