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.
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.
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Bull HornThe Niknogard charged at double time,
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,