One of the results of my series’ subdivision has been the need for more poetry. It’s no secret that I love epigraphs. I love the sense of mystery, significance, and anticipation they can create at the outset of a hefty fantasy tome, and I want to provide that kind of experience for my readers.
This is the poem which now opens Book Two. I knocked it out last week while waiting for an animation to render at work. I don’t mind sharing it, as it wasn’t so long ago that Book Two was just the second half of Book One. I’m pretty happy with the tone it sets for what is now the dire Second Act of the Seed of Glory Sown in Sorrow saga.
