Empire

Dragon scaled midnight moon shedding indigo

Blades of interstellar dust, ethereal

Scales brush holographic cotton candy

Skies; plasma high fades primordial flames

Etching Cowells' cratered cerebrum, Aims'

Eyes coursing with tarsal veins, rampant cells

Gush in hexing spirals, roads viral locks

Suffocating chambered trauma, minor keys

Cling to Coupe’s marble breath, songs of life echo…

Retrofit headlights like outlines of black holes,

Abyssal darkness shrouds oncoming highway

Signs, creation beams expel veiling deep

Beyond extinction and unseen exodus

The Infinite awakens peering honey

Graced pastures, stratocumulus clouds shout

Heaven sent predations, flesh laced and clasped

Call forever never waning even

In far off Afterlife; claws crawl carelessly

Leaving pools of oxidized blood; squid scorned

Ink paints in the Book of Dreams fating a day

To be met: dandelion smile. crystal heart.

Winter never sang so cold, syrupy

Cerulean suburb embankment, sweet

Skyline clings to hazy smoggy tapestry,

Silky residue pours down leaves of grass,

Frontier houses consumed by overgrowth

Growl, planks and termites, spikes invite headlights

Revealing Legion Hellfire bikes and slain

Heads; Aims parked Coupe by evanescent optic

Wires, tires cough specks of ancient dirt, Cowells

Detects scents of electrified flesh, Rangers

Yell, pointing to a ranch house with a pine green

Industrial door; Aims at the ready kicks in

Feeble entrance, colt clears cluttered halls, soft

Pastel colors degrading from hungry summer

Fangs siphoning once docile identity

Now cultish resistance, banners of distant

Freedom, colors of old societies.

Cowells cleared the last room, snub nose revolving

Awaiting underground fiends to slice his skull

Wide open, what was behind the rosy

Rusted door was stacks of black and white notebooks,

Cracked pilot pens plastic scattered on a

Dove white dresser with dandelions painted

On the fractured wooden handles, blades of

Grass and freshly grown glass decorated

Tan carpeted floors, Aims scoured war run

Room and knew what Entity had resided

Within these crumbling walls, Aims called over

Legion MPs to confirm suspicions:

OBJ TARANTULA was here, inform

Gauless: COUNCIL DIRECTIVE 44

Is complete, awaiting course…Entity

00-4 preparing flight Delta,

Oceanside access to be determined:

We await Council. Cowells peered the infinite once more

Cascading bronze mountains glittering in

Maple syrup drizzled lens, new sun coded

To perfection reflecting shadows of

The unreal, unseen buried as centuries

Past, engines erupted from afar, mach

Ten majesty booming from Dark Tower,

Somehow aviation lighting reaches

Honey dipped pastures, soon we will arise.