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.
QuietudeThe Eleven broke camp, all was quiet.
PredictionKindaal had guessed Natas was going to be mad,
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.
Young and OldThis is the time, Natas waited so patiently for,
Higher and HireSicta is to lead, Flying Maniax to the East;
V-DaySpies have informed Kindaal of invading Wigrae;