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.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
UprisingNever before has so many joined forces:
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,