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.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
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.
Hasten's ReturnIt is nice of the Tender and the Eleven,