Saoirse Blood Moon
The muse needs a holiday, it's not happening.
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.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
Battle of LoracThis is where it all started.
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,