Working on some skins for Saoirse. Trying to match it all together for the make ups and tribals. Sort of working. The hair is finally done. Yeah hah.
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.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
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.
WhenTension is beginning to mount,