Ether

Porous concrete driveway rumbled hoppy

Gravel like militant pulsar-eye youth

Arms ready, chamber NATO rounds, say your

Peace: Legion bound- MACH 10- light bends as

Emerald tendril embrace, she calls like bear mace,

Scars my palms in hurricane dismay, stares

At feeble lightning lips, striking cancerous

Skies; Kneel, sheath Legion sword swift, Council nigh;

Entity with countenance of midnight,

Sizzling coals pulse red optic highlights

Like bulging veins; connected to Gauless,

Dark Tower command, he knows the skies as

Flippant Zeus, commander in another

Realiti, shined onyx leather boots,

Buttery flakes of gold flare the toe box

Cloaked staggered dreads rest on winded cape, steps

Confide in perforated steel steps, yellow

Lights radiate rustic boots, dress pants flow

After each collision; atomic glaives

Return to gunner slots. Aims and Cowells

Stand facing Entity 00-4,

Nameless after THE FINAL MARCH to denote

New hierarchy, only Council members

Were deemed with their true Entity design,

A means of departure from Legion ranks

From disintegrated armies, flesh was

No longer enough, nor metal as a

Substitute; Rise agents, direct me to

OBJ TARANTULA's sanctuary.

Aims scurried, crossing his fingers like a

Knotted pendulum, Cowells in awe, this was

His first view of a Council member, they

All project their holographic visage

From Dark Tower GLASS, they had not walked earth

Since their victory over Old Regime

Operatives, rumors of machines of

Council design brushed agent circles, none

Truly cared only passion Eden fruits

Called implanted eyes, Hellfire bikes killed darkness.

War ready 00-4 shattered industrial door

Onyx boots smelting feeble sanctum mouth

Devil's calling, strange grenade scrambles

Surviving comms, pulsing veins with goose bumps

Rising as laser rays shocked eyes with stray

Whispers of underground chatter, 00-4 knew

Within microseconds what this tattered, home of

Unfurling overgrowth was: entrance to

The Underground; a means of escaping

Historia with ease, a supersonic

Bullet train rumbling freedom: a grand gesture,

A means of rebellion to Legion.

Entity 00-4 unveiled wavering cloak

Facing dirt devoured wall, once flowery

Lilacs sung against seas of cerulean

Ether, molotov ignited… realms flee.