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.
Dug for water when all said there was none in this desert called the world
Felt the warmth in the midst of the storm called life
Saw the light in the void called the eternal
Was a stranger, welcomed, a wretch called I
Why am I Christian?
Because of Christ
-Alex Reed
Wisdom of the earlobes
Intention of the heart
Finesse of the fingers
Eternity of the soul
-Alex Reed
Into dark caves, curious sheep wander
Make a den home when rain clouds thunder
Some caves whisper of welkin, turned lies
End of the hollow, they must feast their eyes
When to leave a cave, the wise sheep know
For the sheep have seen the wind that blows
And when the skies clear, and the rain since dried
The sheep soon forget of the caves that lied
-Alex Reed
Romance is an energy
It spurs on creativity and childlike wonder
It is love that inspires and gives new life to old bones
Romancing life is a beautiful thing
To be in love with all of God’s blessings takes gratitude and a bravery towards the unknown
It is romancing the flower
-Alex Reed
Lord, take me by the hand
Gently guide me through this strange land
I quicken to take this or that road
I trust in You, You lighten the load
Daunting, seems that precipice
I always question myself, have I gone amiss?
Upon this mountain of sorrow and regret
How easily I misstep, how easily I forget
This sojourn that has turned a climb
I ponder on yonder, where is the time?
There are things worse than reaching this precarious summit
Lord, I pray You catch me if I do indeed plummet
With shaking legs and a weary brow
To Your magnificence, I kneel and bow
Earthly accolades have never been in my story
To you I look onward, towards Your eternal glory
Forget me not, should I indeed fail
In Your Holy kingdom, save me from this earthly jail
With You, my God, my Lord, my King
I dream one day to be with, in peace, for You I shall sing
-Alex Reed
A poem dedicated to our King, Prime Minsters, Canada and all Canadians.
Since time immemorial
We but dreamed of a country so
Of vast emerald forests of the boreal
Where the woken winter winds blow
Colossal trees, our silent sentries
Leaves of maple, dance upon the road
The timberwolf howls, the raven envies
Brooks babble from whence they flowed
Where those who dare greatly
This young nation and land of old
Where those who care innately
Warm those hurt by the cold
This shield we wield from coast to coast
Our strong and liberating land
Harmony, peace and love foremost
A mosaic, we join hand in hand
We, of many origin and creed
As a collective unite to defend
We stand on guard to help those in need
Our finest bravely seek to amend
Within open field or wintry abode
Or at the foot of mountainous ranges
From this land, our strength is bestowed
The True North, a nation for the ages
– 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
Sideways swagger, to-and-fro
Hull and mast, seaside dagger
Once had meaning, now needs cleaning
Waiting for a tugboat’s tow
-Alex Reed
Alex Reed 