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.
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
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.
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces: