Nother Saoirse (Desktop)
She is back from holiday.
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.
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
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.