Poser is now a thing of the past. And so Saoirse is born. Pronounced Sor-Sha.
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;
Path of the Highlands (A Letter from Emalf)Revenge is sweet, so they tell me. I felt a rush of fear, exploding in every heart and soul of the Niknogard. Yet, fear is an added edge when mixed with vengeance.
Refuge (A letter from Emalf)Well, the Eleven have broken camp, as have the force of Tender. Stroke of luck with the tempest, and Saracere. Maybe, the Only One has his hand in this after all.
Meek of the SquadronWelcome to the Divisional Aerial Field;
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
WhenTension is beginning to mount,