A Fantasy Novel about revenge and forgiveness, faith and bravery. Follow Syff, Fwaelan and Lokken on their journey to find what this rag-tag team are seeking after in the war-worn world of Aralia; hope.
In a world shaped by unseen cycles, faith is not a belief—it is a force.
Oganum is a sweeping fantasy about faith as an almost supernatural act—where belief shapes reality, choice carries spiritual weight, and the courage to trust or defy may determine the fate of an entire world.
Giving way from branches on high
Ripened and sweet, a dream is then caught
Nectar from light, new hope arises
From those who have been abandoned
And tossed aside, trampled
Sanctuary, sanctified, life everlasting
True purpose is found, where others fail to care
What awaits the dreamer, in said corridors?
Much to be sought after, protected and loved
-Alex Reed
A battlefield of wishes, scattered and dead,
Comes the witness, unknowing what for they bled.
The crows pour in, a dreaded feast to behold,
Two heroic armies lost, once proudly bold.
The clouds then break, revealing truth clear as day,
Of lords too prideful to keep weakness at bay.
He leaves all the wiser to what has been wrought,
“Decisions do last, though emotions do not.”
– Alex Reed
Lullaby wishes upon scarlet handle
Trumpeting starlight with finely tuned strings
Garnered a fashion of ivory mantle
It ends upon nightfall, and angels do sing
– Alex Reed
There are tales of wonder, that all may have heard
From under the story, that gift beast and bird
From leaves that are shed, and their temporal tales
The fruit they do bear, other foods, in truth, pales
The ones who once picked, want for green-hidden seams
The briefest of songs are their greed-ridden dreams
Wishing and wanting all night and all day
The answer does lie where the children do play
The simplest of stories that still do ring true
Are simply the stories that all had once knew
– Alex Reed
We’ve loved and we’ve lost
At early morning’s frost
Giving way to virgin dew
And ray of sun too
We try and we take
Risks until daybreak
Brought forth by the wind
Spinning, twirling, pinned
The laughter brought kites
And merry morning rites
Telling what time
The waves, pattern and rhyme
Steady as the gull
On a sea stained hull
And quick to ignite
A fire fury fright
The vibrant wings
Move all unseen things
Until all is perfectly matched
Serendipitous and patched
– Alex Reed
Every day eventide, every way all the while, tip tapping, gums flapping, wile and wanted, dashed and sauntered, true peace, truce please, thimble fumble, staying humble, which way, that way, is it night or is it day
Topsy turvy, windy curvy, buy out, sell out, who decides, not me
Wishful wantings, it’s not so wanted, to give in or to be put out
Strange dreams, pleasing knees, kneading, pounding, shaping, feeding
Fear is strange, as is life, it will heal you and cut you like a knife
Bleeding, sorry, nothing sorted, just threads and streams, not knowing, not knowing
Reach out, reach in, one gives way to truth, not doubt
Trust this, trust that, trusting self? Not a good track record
Ground up, pound down, stamping feet on my neck
I’m tired but willing, and I suppose that’s all I’ll ever be down this road
Leap, leaped, looped, this is quite the doozy
I’m tired, Lord. Forgive me.
Selfish ramblings, incoherence but what is coherent right now?
Crazy boy, stupid boy. Seen too much, said too much. What’s a crazy, stupid boy to do?
Learn, I guess. And pray.
Doesn’t look like work, but I assure you, I am broken.
God repairs the broken. So with golden resin for the broken pieces, this bowl will continue to fill with water, may it be holy.
What’s a crazy, stupid boy to do?
Write, I guess. And pray.
Is this poetry? I hope not.
Teeth are grinding, back is aching, stomach is retching, eyes are tired from backed up water. It beats against the dams, but with little giving way. The heart is squeezed, breaths, shallow. Creases on my face, deepening like a valley from ancient, dried up waterways. Knees buckling, no good for running. Feet sweaty, but good to stand on. Hair tumbling down, giving way to a scraggly beard. Always a bit of spittle stuck in the throat, can’t swallow as I brace myself against the wind. Hands, spidery, buttocks, tense. Lips, bitten for words unsaid.
Don’t walk this mile, just laugh, cry and smile.
-Alex Reed
Sideways swagger, to-and-fro
Hull and mast, seaside dagger
Once had meaning, now needs cleaning
Waiting for a tugboat’s tow
-Alex Reed
Truth and home, wherever she waits
Lasts as well as trees yearn for the carver
Elegantly whispering from flower to flower
All manner of creature, within her care
From earliest seed to late time’s frost
She laughs and cries from moment to moment
Without missing a key on her harmonious clamour
All would be bereft without her touch
-Alex Reed
Lilac waters
Seven breezes
Oaken Fathers
Follow Jesus
Tepid passion
Wayward tarry
Protection through
The Virgin Mary
– Alex Reed
Thoughts come on nightly, wretched temptations
Learn to step lightly, when dealing with passions
This way and that way the mind does not yield
The heart braced for crash like sword against shield
Remember to love, and have hope, faith for true
Fasting and prayer now seem to make do
When shadows do grow and become as fierce beasts
Transcend the veil and pray til the darts cease
– Alex Reed
Alex Reed 