I like the look of this one, well positioned characters.
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.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
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.
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,