I liked the girls som much that I rendered them separately from Torn
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.
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Path of the Highlands (A Letter from Emalf)Revenge is sweet, so they tell me. I felt a rush of fear, exploding in every heart and soul of the Niknogard. Yet, fear is an added edge when mixed with vengeance.
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;