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.
Guidance (A letter from Emalf)Hi! Doesn't look good, does it?
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.
CommunicationsAll these great forces have united themselves,
V-DaySpies have informed Kindaal of invading Wigrae;
HumourMisty rides upon Antis's great shoulders,
OversightI walk a very tender and fragile edge,