Too Myself (Saoirse)
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,
SortiesA quick brief on the rest of the Division.
ModestyThe ominous ground dragon, Wigrae;
Shadow CreatureWhy, does Natas always send me out here?
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;