Off to work I go, One more for the road. Playing with reflections, dynamic hair and frustrated with my dynamic wings. All is good, enjoy the week to come.
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.
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.
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.
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,