Mate, I got to tell you that there is nothing in this world like illusions. Something appearing to to be something else. I do love skull illusions, although these are not the best, they still imply the hidden secrets.
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.
TempestThe quietude, was far too quiet,
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Fall of Ketpoc
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,