Saoirse Full Moon
Is it a cape, or a bad attempt at hair.
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
XenophobiaXenophobia rages throughout the Highlands,
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Fall of Ketpoc
Welcome to the LaboratoryWelcome to the laboratory of Raspitur,
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?