The Saga of Terminal City No. 5
What if fallen angels got a second chance?
In The Saga of Terminal City they do, freed from prison to walk the earth, doing good -- if they can.
When a new Satan arises, the Poor Shepherds and their allies must race to prevent his reign. Will mourning or celebration be in store? Find out in City of Cruelty (No. 5).
30 chapters, 2400 lines of poetry, all written in modern epic verse.
When avatars of evil, of acts willed, and those which of gene and earthquake arise, are, by noxious third party, union-bound, (who was with stables of creeping ink ringed) it will, in quarters of the proud city, a backlash pique. Arise there living stars, who medicinal dances make, inmates of prisons, both mad and in pre-change states, who will to wife all souls take, sovereignly; also, on that high day, the blighted heir, and those who crimes conceal will be washed clean, as from all points heroes and angels glide, while walk loose trees, sentient slimes and chaps. But in cavities deep, a mewling dunce, from split skull in charged cloud makes a bit stew (wove cords networked out), massaging the day, as over him forces fight, virtually. The cousin of man, shaved ape, convert will to review, as belly-born, the new Beast his roll takes, and waits, as civic regimes an end find, before their new flowers plant (though other friends of heinous acts foes seek, and find, in ex-angel Robert Hunger).
His mind corrupted by childhood exposure to horror movie matinees, but equally enthralled by the atmosphere of old churches, Simon Pole writes galactic poetry from the location of Vancouver, British Columbia. A graduate of Harvard University, Simon has continued his studies of what is hidden in the dark. Writing is also in his blood, being the great-great-grandson of early Canadian poet Susie Drury.