Saoirse Blue Moon
The soul is definitely there, but she's not shining through.
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.
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
Kindaal's LureThe sole surviving Wigrae returned,
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.
RealityThe Dihpa have scoured the countryside,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,