Legion
She was afterlife in outer city
Limits, Dark Tower, steel behemoth, green
Neon highlights, emerald beams reflect domed
Metropolis, no grass in sight, all concrete
And metal jungles, within the hundredth floor
Alexandria whispered songs afraid
Of missing notes aloud, her eyes consumed
By every bit of data that rushed through
Thin threaded metal tubes hooked to her frail
Turquoise veins, in her comatose state she
Surveyed millions of denizens eat,
Sleep, and fornicate, as a human a
Zoo, LED panels pulsed cyan
And deep blue luminance around each dark
Corner of the expansive chamber, echoes
Returned dreamy choruses and violent
Convulsions, her onyx cloak obscured pale
Features brought by isolation and deep
Meditations from reality, not
An act slipped her gaze, suicides, and warping
Youth, timeless acts from red districts, Pink City
Radiated nights, kids strolling gray streets,
Memories of Golden Era NYC
Alexandria 23, star stumbling
Undergrad, Child of Legion summer, kids
Fight good and evil blurred, roads blocked off, no
Way out, Dreams of debt in LED square,
Nightly raids, siren lights overpower
Scarlet moonbeams, homeless dregs paint white subway
Tiles with trash sourced vomit, restroom breaks in
Any corner with few judges, public
Life made by Legion politics, Old Regime
Stood and spat, commentating politics,
Alexandria bartending in toxic,
Rustic underground dens through NYC
Pits, Devils spoke in origies of daemon
Ceremony, speeches of a New Order,
War rattled an ocean away, drink more
Take the bottle, chat of doom, love her once
More, let the marble steps to Heaven collapse,
Let time stop its God lent motion and let
Rome fall at last, no fires, no death, just cease
As ICBMs hover over the
Masses, If I awake tomorrow I
Will only know despair, in her dark chamber
She retreated from her crumbling throne to
View the uplifting, fiery, ray spewing
Star as she did after fundraisers for
The Legion and infinite party nights,
But when she scanned the canvas sky all she
Saw was the illusion being projected,
It hardly mattered, at this time millions
Of dregs awoke preparing to be consumed
By steel behemoths, piles of corporate
Bricks and dirt, built by timeless barons,
Alexandria tethered to the city,
Never to leave Dark Tower sanctuary,
She viewed Afterlife city for one last
Bit of pleasure, or what could be produced
From a defeated and nihilistic
Mind, soon The Council will meet, Operation
Zero Hour must go into full effect.
Far off Cowell and Aims patrol Pink City….
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(1) Doom: https://theprose.com/post/419897/doom
(2) Historia: https://theprose.com/post/424698/historia
(3) Oblivion: https://theprose.com/post/426993/oblivion
(4) Oceanside: https://theprose.com/post/428493/oceanside
(5) Apocalypse: https://theprose.com/post/432306/apocalypse
(6) Entity: https://theprose.com/post/435150/entity
(7) Academy [doesn’t really count but it exists]: https://theprose.com/post/454455/academy
(8) Timeless: https://theprose.com/post/485400/timeless
(9) Eden: https://theprose.com/post/503844/eden
(10) Legion: https://theprose.com/post/525083/legion
(11) Afterlife: https://theprose.com/post/525696/afterlife
(12) Hellfire: https://theprose.com/post/530083/hellfire
(13) Deliverance: https://theprose.com/post/612211/deliverance