Hellfire
Samantha gazed at Historia’s husk,
An opaque geodesic dome spanning
Urbanized Texas prairies, ghost towns and
Rugged Arkansan roads. Legion Rangers
Devoured decrepit Old Regime holds:
Brick and mortar enterprises, highways,
Revolutionary town halls, and torn
Facades of mythic entities. Auburn
Strands swayed like autumn branches, curls waving
At warring dusk, stars beamed light to fleeing
Day granting her a moment to climb from
Limestone cliff where she laid scouting since dawn's
Atomic tides bloomed above Oceanside;
Below Rangers scalped Old Regime soldiers,
Brass thudding,.50 cal nests thumping Earth;
scouts rattled comms pinging her movement,
Pikes with coyote camouflaged heads, swords
In trees instead of axes; blood rivers
Soaking loam and bubbling soil spitting,
Coughing charred remnants of budding adults-
Now Legion's and Devil's tongue preaching doom.
Her fire opal eyes razed cavernous forest
Darkness; fireflies like embers tarnishing
Muzzle flashes, blaring off road sirens-
Leaping canyon trenches, fall leaves rustling,
Twigs deathtraps- she became a diamond in
Armageddon hurling hapless hope - two
Years of running, hiding, and being a rat!
Council rangers overlooking warring Legion
Forces, Alexandria awaiting…
LEGION
OBJ: TARANTULA
POTENTIAL ESCAPE ROUTE:
AFTERLIFE
AGENT ASSIGNED:
ENTITY ARTHUR AIMS
Cowells gently pressed abiding gel ink across
Floating blue bars, quickly terminating
White space with lovesick lines- he was barely
Nineteen, uncovering remnants of a
Free republic- awaiting Aims:
she was afterlife
spiraling starlight
refracted
Born of dust
seeking escape
yet chasing desolate cages
Loveless
deathless
all at once.
Pink Coupe swerves left, marble interior
Reaches out. Cowells shuts The Book Of Dreams.
Mach 10 patrolling CO2 masked roads
Olive trees coughing dried leaves. Hazel eyes
Pierced rear-view mirror, face quivering, soaring;
Toward the edge of reality he
Gazed, Afterlife cityscape turning to
Names and faces of doomed youth, GLASS realms shattered.
Cowells: Where are we headed?
Aims: Outskirts of the city;
To the start of time.
The Council & Alexandria spoke
To Legion Command within Dark Tower,
Buzzing and teaming walls gushing, flowing
With rosy lives, decrepit children dried,
Pillaged; hooded figures surrounded her
At reaper-slain steel altar, raven cloak
Infusing cataclysmic creation,
Bruised wires still thumping her city alive.
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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