Still defining Saoirse's Night walker skin. Coming along alright, but not quite right. Any way, back to fixing the website.
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Fall of Ketpoc
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?