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 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
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
Love, to me, she brought.
It is in everyone.
So, too, strength she taught…
Better than anyone.
A dream bound within innocent ideals,
In a strange world deceived by fear and power.
Love and strength is all that truly appeals.
I will never fall off the path, Sunflower…
– 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
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
Alex Reed 