Tree of Life
Merry Christmas and a fantastic Silly Season to you all. This piece is partly in tribute to a lost friend
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.
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
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.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;