My name is Samuel
I am a seer who was called to anoint the King of Israel.
And when he failed at his duty
To proclaim God’s favor on another King.
That King came to me in a hurry.
Worried about what to do next.
Because the first King wanted him dead.
This same King, who refused to **** the King of the Amalekites.
The enemy of God’s people from the wilderness
The enemy he was supposed to eliminate but did not.
And now this King wanted to ****
But he desired to **** God’s chosen one
I could not let that happen.

I had not met David since I had anointed him.
Since then, he had grown.
Not so much in height
But in strength and vitality.
He stood with more confidence
And his tone was that of a soldier
Who was now hunted by his King.
I told David not to worry
And brought him to the council of the prophets
Who prayed for him.
Who spoke a word over David.
And said that no man could take away what God had decreed.
I could see that David felt better.
He even began to prophesy himself.
The future King as prophet.
I began to speak Thus Saith the Lord with him.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw men.
Men with swords, spears, and shields.
David’s hand reached to his belt where his sword was.
I told him the Battle is the Lord’s
Just keep prophesying.
And as the men stepped forward.
Suddenly they froze.
As I called on God’s intervention
And for them to experience the move of God.
They started to prophesy, too.
Speak righteous things about David
And then they ran.

A short time I could see Saul.
With an angry look on his face
I wondered if he was willing to **** a prophet of God.
Where before he was not willing to **** an evil king.
I resolved to stand here at all costs
Because the Word of God shall not be moved.
Suddenly King Saul froze.
He reached out to me, but his hand would not come back
When he drew it back Saul was shaking.
He tore his robe and started to prophesy.
He laid on the ground all night and spoke the things of God.
That I am sure he had not considered in a long time.
I told David that we must leave
And we left Saul laying on the ground
Still animated about the Most High
That he had forsaken.

My name is Michal.
I am King Saul’s daughter.
And David’s wife.
I was betrothed to David
But my father did not seem happy.
He was muttering something about David getting all the foreskins in the Philistine land.
And that I had to be married to David.
Had to be?
What that not the condition of the Goliath giant killer.
I still remember the first time I saw him.
He was shorter than I thought he would be
And had dark hair and dark eyes.
He was handsome.
And when he spoke, it was quieter than Jonathan.
Maybe it was because Jonathan and I grew up in the palace.
Where we would argue, a lot.
At least when he was not off to battle.
So much so that some servants would run to other parts of the palace.
And I suspect others would listen by the door.

David was more agreeable.
But I kept my idols hidden from him.
Because I knew that he would not understand.
He kept his harp and sang to Yahweh.
I admired such faith
Even if I did not have it.
But my father, did not like David.
Whenever I would ask him why.
Saying that he was my husband
Adding he was Jonathan’s best friend.
And the only man who Jonathan did not argue with.
Saul just kept muttering about foreskins.
Which confused me as David was circumcised.
I would know as his wife.
Was there something deeper going on?
But I dared not ask.
Only Jonathan in our family would have such recklessness.

One day David came running to our house.
He was panting and unarmed.
Sweating with an emotion I did not ever see him have.
It was fear.
I asked him what happened.
He said that Saul tried to throw his javelin at him, again.
Again?
And missed.
I told him if he keeps going to Saul.
One day the King will throw his javelin at him
And Saul will not miss.
Even if it meant he would have to bring armed men to hold you down.
So it is best to leave.
David was puzzled on why he had to flee.
I told him that our love is eternal
It would even survive Saul’s hatred.
Because if you are meant to be king.
I will be your Queen against all odds.
David left out of the window.
I am sure his military training helped.

I took the idol from a room.
I put goat’s hair on it.
And put cloths on it in the bed.
I was sorry for such irrelevance
But David, my love had to live.
I’m sure such sacrilege would be forgiven.
Soon after I heard loud knocking on the door.
I wondered who it was.
But I dreaded who I thought it could be.
So I opened the door
I recognized some of the men who worked in the palace.
They said they wanted to see David.
I told them he did not come home.
They pushed me aside and entered in.
I yelled at them that this was not the way to treat a princess of God’s anointed.
They ignored me, to my surprise.
I said, He is sick because of his wounds.
Leave him alone.
They left.
I stood there, shaken.
Wishing that they would leave me alone as well.
And wondering what they would do when they came back.
These men did come back
With more men.
And demanded to take David with his bed to the king.
I felt a relief to know that David was not actually there
And a sickening feeling.
What would they have done if David was laid up sick?
They took the bed out.
And after a while Father came back.
He was angry, more so than normal.
And screamed at me that David was not in that bed.
He has escaped to lead an insurrection.
I screamed back at Father
David said he would ****, me.
What manner of man did you have me marry
Who would threaten to lay hands on his love.
Saul was stunned into silence.
I feared I would not see David again.
The only man I love.

The Covenantial Project and Message went up to the Earth’s surface.
Message was grim all over her face, because she had to fight for a purpose.
To free Dragon-Man from the Great Beyond, because now he was like kin.
The Covenantial Project prepared the Isotrain Mechanism for the battle they were in.
Message protested, No one can touch the Abyss Sword, because no one was deemed worthy.
The Covenantial Project said with reassurance, I know how to override its Lock feature so don’t worry.
He pushed a button on his belt, and suddenly the Abyss Sword was in his hand.
And the Isotrain Mechanism was ready to be at the Covenantial Project’s command.
Breastplate-Bearer was still in the Paroah Chariot, trying to fix Lady of the Night’s broken body.
The efforts of it all made Breastplate-Bearer utter language that was not wholesome or godly.
He called out to Message, You guys go on ahead, she will need the Federation doctors for surgery.
But don’t forget to contact back and don’t play heroine if you require us for an emergency.

Message, The Covenantial Project, and Dialect went down into the Great Beyond’s depths.
Where the dead was separated from the living, and those who couldn’t live from those with breath.
Suddenly they heard a shout in the distance and Dialect readied the Life-force Missiles.
There was suddenly Acider Flame droplets on the windshield because it began to drizzle.
Off in the distance, Message saw two specks fighting and circling each other warily around.
She pointed out, Look there is Dragon-Man, and Dialect replied, we must respect their fight on this ground.
Message bit her tongue, but secretly she wanted to go there and even the odds.
Because what chance did Dragon-Man have against a beast, that carried on it a God?
Message saw Dragon-Man put his hand into Frenquenwave’s mouth and go through the other side.
She had to check twice if Frenquenwave could survive such a blow, but he died.
The Isotrain Mechanism touched down, and Message ran to Dragon-Man and said.
You are free now, and Dragon-Man answered grimly, No I am King of the Dead.

Message stepped back in shock, and Dialect responded, He has breathed too much fumes hard.
The Covenantial Project stepped forward and told Dragon-Man, This is the Abyss Sword.
You are not King of the Dead you are Master of The Lighting Bladed Combat.
Dragon-Man starred at the Abyss Sword, but then it began to get bright so he sat.
The light flashed for a second, and then dimmed down as Dragon-Man shook his face.
He asked, Where am I and why are we in this horrid, wretched place.
Message clapped her hand, and The Covenential Project intoned, The Abyss Sword deems you fit.
To wield this blade in every capacity, where Battlefare calls for it.
You see, when you stabbed Message, The Abyss Sword had to lock itself.
Because it was unsure if you were an enemy of Vibrate in stealth.
But when you killed Frequenwave, you proved your worth once and for all.
So rise up Dragon-Man, and take this sword, because now you can stand tall.
Dragon-Man got up and raised the Abyss Sword with his right arm.
The light from it was blinding, and creatures ran to protect themselves from harm.
Then Dragon-Man boarded the Isotrain Mechanism, he was now installed as pilot.
He told the Covenantial Project, Dialect, and Message, Now we must go hunt Vibrate.
Use the resources of the Federation, and in every Realmic Span we strive.
Because there can be no peace, as long as Vibrate and her evil is still alive.

When I fall Jesus walks, so one of us isn’t lame, because he carries my shame.
The pain that I would obtain, Jesus went through the flames because I know his name.
And he did it without limping or whimpering, because sin was just the symptom.
Death was the disease that was decreed I must die from without living.
But Jesus is the Great Physician, and said if I can take out man’s side I can take out pride.
My ancestors tried to hide out of this pride, they lied and when God pronounced judgment, they cried.
No matter what, the deceitful cannot take my God from me, I got his signature on my bib.
Birthed from the struggled relations between the dirt and a broken rib, it was the Word not just an ad-lib.
The same place he took Adam’s rib out, he took a spear in his ribcage.
To bear all the insidious effects of God’s not-so-glib rage.
Jesus went from walking to flying, and when he came up, he will come through.
So I get up by his mercy, and by his stripes we are healed so I could speak to you.

I wanted to be invited
To be given the chance to RSVP
So I could politely decline.
By invitation.
I am a gentleman, after all.
Say that I was pre-occupied that day.
There will be no plus one.
But thank you for the invitation.
That you put a lot of thought into
Putting me ahead of someone who could have made it.

Pick out the suit I would not wear.
Choose shoes that would not be for that day.
Because the distance is pretty great.
And my work has work of its own.
The secretaries have secretaries
It is so busy.
All of the hotels are booked.
Because of the concert that was yesterday.
They are staying for the tailgate for football.
Football’s not in season?
I did not mean that football.
I meant soccer.
Minor-league soccer.

You did not give me a chance to have a good excuse over the phone.
Maybe, just maybe you knew.
The types of excuses I would have.
And your day was more important than excuses
It required effort.
So I guess that somebody can make it after all.

David was brought into Saul’s home.
He should get more love from this palace.
Than from his own house.
Where his father neglected him out in the fields.
Where his brothers scorned him.
The king to be in the palace.
Sounds like the end of the tale.
But it is only the beginning.

David and Saul were riding back.
David was a general in Saul’s army.
And Saul was pleased with him.
For now.
That would soon change.
With women singing.
No popular hit song today.
Could make a man fear for his life.
And another man hell bent on killing him.
But that song did.
It made Saul uneasy.
And he looked on David with new eyes.
Jealous eyes.
Eyes that said It would be nothing to **** a shepherd general.
But he remained silent.
David was blissfully unaware.
To him tens of thousands slain just meant he was more valuable.
But for Saul it meant he was a threat.
And this threat must be eliminated.
Because for the sake of the kingdom, the shepherd general must die.
It was the duty of the king to **** the insurgent giant-killer.

Saul sat, brooding.
This was a common sight.
This mean mood was why David was brought into the palace in the first place.
It was so routine it was a cycle.
Saul gets possessed.
David plays a song.
Saul is delivered.
Only this time, it is different.
This time, the scowl does not leave Saul’s face.
The demons play with Saul’s emotions.
And he is the one who gives them the ball.
David was looking at Saul and he was worried.
Maybe if I play this string this way……
Suddenly David ducks.
Years of warfare training had honed his instincts.
So that he could duck a javelin without knowing it would be thrown.
The javelin stuck in the wall.
Part of it was broken, a testament to Saul’s arm.
And Saul was sitting, scowling.
The demons were rejoicing.
Because not only had they possessed one of God’s anointed.
They had attempted to ****** another one.
The attendants rush into the room
And another one guides David out.
He shakes his head wondering why his music failed to soothe
Is there sin in the palace?

So Saul demoted David.
Or rather told him
It is better for your skills to have smaller numbers
So you can be covert and do special missions.
But David was successful.
And Saul was wondering why everyone was dying except David.
Even though he was encountering the same number of enemies.
With a group Saul designated as a final stand.

Love was in the air with this jealousy.
Because the king’s daughter Michal
The one promised to David from the start
Had fallen in love.
It was a great love story.
But the bride’s father wanted the groom dead.
And the dowry to be the groom’s casket.

Saul wanted the most intimate parts of man.
The flesh that separated Hebrew from Philistine.
100 of them.
A request he never asked of any warrior.
But he wanted David to get it.
David came back, alive.
And Saul was aghast when David put down 200 of them.
The part that a warrior could not fake getting
And that a Philistine would never give up alive.
Hands weary from battle had to cut it from the remains
And repeat until there were 200 pieces of grisly tissue.
So Michal and David got married.
And Saul should have happy.
He wasn’t, at all.
Saul didn't see it as a marriage but as a hostage situation.
His daughter was gone even though the ransom was paid.
David was not dead.
And as long as Saul breathed
He would make sure one day David didn't.

Message stood out in front, a target ready to lead the Federation.
She pointed her Winged Fire Lance forward, to defend without hesitation.
Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night ran to her, and took up a fighting stance.
While Breastplate-Bearer yelled out he would fix the Paroah chariot with his hands.
Vibrate on Frequenwave led the Netherbeasts towards these brave three.
And Dragon-Man pointed the Composti Crossbow at them as he looked gravely.
Suddenly Lady of the Night jumped into the throes of the Netherbeasts, and was swallowed by their midst.
Message yelled out, I’m coming Lady of the Night, you should not meet your end like this!
She did the Battlefare dance with the Winged Fire Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber.
All the while wondering if it was too early to die, and too late to be a Savior.
Lady of the Night was stabbed in the back by a Netherbeast horn, and began to lie.
She lay on the ground with a thud, and Message shrieked that every enemy must die.

Vibrate rode up to Dragon-Man, and they began a duel to the death.
But these two superpowers were evenly matched, and so soon had nothing left.
Vibrate grabbed the Composti Crossbow and crushed it in her hands with contempt.
She haughtily said, I am the Conquistador of Worlds, and yours is not exempt.
Dragon-Man stepped back, and realized that they would soon need reinforcements.
He pushed down on his watch to talk to Breastplate-Bearer, and a message to be sent.
Suddenly he could not breathe, and went down on his knees with the sea spinning there.
Vibrate shouting, See, I have cut off your air supply and now you will all die here.
Message was gasping for air, but instead getting in water in drowning.
The Frequenbeasts closed in so tight that soon they were surrounding.
Dragon-Man pushed himself on one forearm, and muttered to Message, Retreat.
It is best to save ourselves then for the Federation to go down in utter defeat.
Then Message and Dragon-Man fell down, and slowly started to fade away.
But Breastplate-Bearer picked up the transmission and knew he had to save the day.

Breastplate-Bearer launched himself from the Paroah Chariot, and yelled, Vibrate!
Did you forget about me, because I am the one who will seal your fate.
Vibrate told her Netherbeasts, Destroy this imbecile, I command thee
But this was the time Breastplate-Bearer’s skills came in most handy.
He destroyed them one by one, until the rest scattered and fled.
Then Breastplate-Bearer pushed a button on his watch to end the Grimchoke.
That Vibrate had put on Message and Dragon-Man, so that it was broke.
Message and Dragon-Man got up weakly, but Lady of the Night did not.
Breastplate-Bearer called down to them I will carry Lady of the Night to the chariot.
Because this doctor needs a soldier to put healing hands and restore her right
Message nodded, and Breastplate-Bearer brought up Lady of the Night.
Vibrate rose up on Frequenwave and sneered, I don’t need fancy tricks to fight.
I will take you both on, and my face would be the last you will ever see.

Message leaped off of Dragon-Man’s back, and brought the Celestial Blade Saber down.
Frenquenwave staggered for a moment, and then shook Vibrate to the ground.
He charged Message and Dragon-Man, and Message said to Dragon-Man, Throw.
I will give you the Winged Fire Lance so that you can toss it down below.
Dragon-Man held the Winged Fire-Lance and knew that he only had one chance.
When Frenquenwave was 15 feet away, he tossed it from his stance.
It hit Frenquenwave right in his shoulder, where the shield wasn’t and life was.
He fell to the ground suddenly, and all that was heard was a buzz.
Message screamed, Move out of the way, he will carry you with him.
But Dragon-Man did not step to the side, AND Frenquenwave moved Dragon-Man off the cliff.

Vibrate cackled, Now your friend is missing, that is a good exchange for Frenquenwave.
Now it is just you and me, and no one is around here so that you can be saved.
Message nodded grimly, and took out her Celestial Blade Saber as a swordman.
Remembering the most vital things of edged warfare, and forgetting the unimportant.
Message and Vibrate fought, and Message was shocked to feel blood on her headdress.
Then Vibrate gave a swip at her that if Message hadn’t ducked, she would be headless.
Message gave Vibrate a stab to the abdomen, or at least what Message thought was a belly.
But then Vibrate took the blade out of her, and shook her head saying This isn’t healthy.
For the first time, despair crossed Message’s face, because she wondered how to win.
Suddenly, the seas brightened, and The Covenantial Project arrived with the Federation.
The Covenantial Project called out,  Vibrate, you are under indictment for crimes against the universe.
Vibrate sneered, In order for me to be under your kangaroo court, you would have to catch me first!
She disappeared, and Message worried to The Covenantial Project, But what about Dragon-Man?
The Covenantial Project intoned, Frenquenwave took him to the Great Beyond, it kills who it touches hands.
Message shrieked and The Covenantial Project continued, We can go through a portal.
That renders whose who would die with the effects of being temporarily immortal.
The Paroah Chariot will not cut it, this is the Federation’s cause to fight.
Because we all must make sure, that Shark-Devil does not come up to the light.
Breastplate-Bearer meanwhile was still working to restore Lady of the Night.
So Message said, I will go with you The Covenantial Project to free Dragon-Man.
Because I am a leader, and no soldier of mine should die under my command.
Message and The Covenantial stepped through the Nebula Entrance, ready for war.
Little did they know Dragon-Man had to fight a battle he was not prepared for.
One was Frenquenwave, the other was hiding in the shadows waiting.
And Dragon-Man had to prevail soon, because this enemy was so patient.

When I did not know what to say, Jesus stepped up and uttered groanings.
Because he is the atonement to save me in my most stressful moments.
I hold the sword but He is my shield, and he stands beside so I don’t yield.
When I thought I did not have ability he told me I was wonderfully made and skilled.
By his stripes I am healed, Jesus is the seed that survived the thorns inside the field.
Those groanings became a Word, into the ear of God Jesus’ voice became heard.
Because by the time I kept believing breakthrough had already occurred.
I cried out to God and he said that Jesus was a different animal  to be in my nature.
Because he is the lamb that came to be my Lord and Risen Savior.
So with Jesus I would never waver, he is the Living Water that brings life flavor.
And the Word lived inside of my heart until it became the grown truth.
Because Jesus flew up to the above without needing a phone booth.

I just came to be honest and tell the sacred truth.
I dealt myself a strong hand, they put the metal in it like Sabretooth.
They stocks and retirement go down because of announcements from on high.
Others put bump stocks into guns and fire down and as a result, men die.
But my stock cannot go down it must rise, because the devil is a lie.
They say have a dream and I say a dream can be a nightmare.
So I don’t have to take the battle to sleep when I could fight here.
I’m more determined than brilliant, more earth made than heaven sent.
Because I believe that I must make it in life so I cannot relent.
They ask if I am trying to make a recipe and I reply it’s a legacy.
Because I am running and the only leg I see, is the one ending in victory.
I’m always running like a person for office, ask for offerings for this coffers.
But once they count the votes it would be a surprise, because nothing can stop us.

Message and Dragon-Man walk back to the Arurian tower to chase Shark-Devil.
To go to the Great Beyond, and do Battlefare on this evil being’s level.
Here is the Paroah Chariot, Breastplate-Bearer said with anticipation.
Ill join you as a weapons specialist to help you in what you are facing.
Lady of the Night popped out from behind the corner and said, Boo.
You cannot fight in the Great Beyond without the great Lady of the Night too.
Breastplate Bearer continued, so the Paroah Chariot has a submarine mode.
And for those who feel the call of nature, it also has a built-in commode.
Message, Dragon-Man, and Lady of the Night stared at him in astonishment.
Then Dragon-Man asked, would we need more people and what about Drent.
Message replied, Drent can hold down Earth along with the Covenantial Project.
So that when we come back with Shark-Devil’s head, it will end a glorious exit.

Dragon-Man, Message, Lady of the Night, and Breastplate-Bearer hopped in.
Dragon-Man said, There is the lake, and Message murmured, It’s time to win.
The Paroah Chariot transformed into a submarine, and Dragon-Man became captain.
Suddenly the Paroah Chariot stopped, and Dragon-Man demanded to learn what happened.
It must be Vibrate, Breastplate-Bearer said, and Message demanded, Who is she.
Breastplate-Bearer replied, She is the tying fabric of universal history.
She created the Council of the Faceless Tongues, and Drozen.
I think that we disturbed where she was because she was once frozen.
Message yelled, Whatever she is, she can die by the Life-force Missiles.
Breastplate-Bearer fire them, and this Vibration will surely bristle.
Breastplate-Bearer pushed the button, but the weapons system was locked.
Message, Lady of the Night, and Dragon-Man looked at him in utter shock.
Lady of the Night said with concern, So what do we do now we are stuck.
Breastplate-Bearer was about to speak and Message warned, Don’t say we’re out of luck.


He continued by pointing, See these breastplates, we can put on the Helmeted Headdress
And fight our way to the Great Beyond, that is our first option and our best.
Lady of the Night put on the Helmeted Headdress and said, It’s kind of heavy
Breastplate-Bearer retorted, So is a body floating in a lake, so just follow me.
Message piped up and said, Is this a good time to bring up that I can’t swim.
Dragon-Man shot back, No need to swim when we are just going down in.
Dragon-Man kicked in the door after they put in the armor, and said Join.
Message followed muttering, and holding on for luck a Dahomeyian coin.
Lady of the Night took her Nike Sling and hoped that it could cut through water.
Message took the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire Lance and prepped for slaughter.

Vibrate laid in the Perishment Cave, and echoed sound throughout the Lake’s surface.
She knew she would need the Federation’s energies, otherwise effort would be worthless.
Her monster called Frenquenwave touched her chains, and she petted his head.
The army of the Netherbeasts were behind him, ready to make the Federation dead.
Lady of the Night looked and said, What’s that, it looks as if someone is lying there.
Let us go and rescue them, before they go down and start dying there.
Closer, my lovely, closer, murmured. Vibrate as Lady of the Night entered in the cave.
Suddenly Vibrate’s chains snapped, and she leaped onto the back of Frenquenwave.
Vibrate on Frenquenwave said to her Netherbeasts, Now is the time to feast on the Federation.
Message looked and said, I see someone on a fiend, and Dragon-Man warned, Be patient.
She ran into the cave against Dragon-Man’s warnings, but a shot to her thigh stopped her short.
Vibrate rode up on Frenquenwave with a bow and warned, To **** you now would merely be sport.
The problem with fidelity to an organization, is that all organizations must end.
You of all people should know how a Dahomeyian Rulership could be finished, friend.
Message agonized, and took the Racqui arrow out of her own thigh.
And shoved it into one of Vibrate’s eyes, while yelling, You die.
She got up hobbling, as the rest of the Netherbeasts closed around.
Message held onto her weapons in both hands and did not give ground.
The rest of the Federation joined her, for a fight under the sea.
Meanwhile somewhere Shark-Devil was cackling, and roaring with glee.

I could grip the paper
Nudge it with my fist
Why could I not just think
And the words form on the page
But they gave me a pen from on high
And pointed to that paper
They urged me to write, write
This is how you write
This is how good children write
I want to be good
But I just could not write
My marks were on all sides of the paper
But they could not form a word
I could not spell my name on the page
I could say it out loud
Or rather shyly
Out of the corner of my mouth
But I could not write my name
On the corner of the page

I held onto the pen with all my fingers
First with one hand, then with both fists
I put holes inside that paper
What have I done?
Because I figured I had nothing left
I was all emptied out
I just wanted to give up
It was only fair to take my anger out on this paper
Because even though I wanted to respond
The paper was silent
The paper refused to reply
And in its silence it said everything
My hand hurt
My fists refused to close
Tears were on my face
On the paper
Tears of rage
Tears that came from a deep place
My teachers sighed
It was a sigh I heard for some time
My day began with a sigh
And a pen I could not hold
I noticed teacher writing in a book
How come she can hold the pen and I cannot?

Then one day as I was eating lunch
Someone led me upstairs to a class
I was confused
But relieved to leave the pen
But wait
This was the class I was in last year
I just hope I can play with toys again
But now there were new toys
Based on the children’s programs I now watched
That could not be afforded.
I was bigger than the other kids
When teacher asked how old are you.
Everyone said 4 and 5 while I said 6.
I miss my old friends
Just as I thought I escaped the pen
Teacher tells me to grip this new pen
I just want to play with the new toys
Leave me alone.

Eventually I held the pen
First with four fingers
Then a trilogy of hand digits
I stopped holding it in anger
And started holding it for a purpose
The first name I said was mama
But the first word I wrote was Michael
Because this page is now mine
A lot of paper would now belong to me
Because once I started writing I never stopped.
I have never, ever laid down my pen,.
Because I learned I cannot just want to be good.
I must be great with the pen

The God-head
We are not a stiff-necked people
But we are the body of Christ.
The government is on Jesus's shoulders.
This same Jesus that sits on God’s right hand.
The goats that get banished lined up on God’s left hand.
The God who performs deliverance by the Almighty's finger.

God promised he would take out our stony heart
With His right hand.
And put into our chest a heart of flesh.
The nail’s went through Jesus feet.
But never his heart.
By his stripes that are on his back we are delivered and restored.
He showed Thomas his side.
That same side that  Adam gave up a rib to make Eve.
But this time something did not just come out.
It came in and out.
But no weapon formed against me shall prosper.
And anything that goes into my life that is impure.
Must come out by the Word.
Because I am covered by the oil and by the baptismal waters.

This is David.
I killed the Goliath giant.
And was invited to Saul’s palace.
But let me back up.
My father said I should go to the battlefield.
To give my brothers food.
To give their commander food.
And to report about the war front.
I kept my mouth shut
Because I remember the tale about Joseph
And when he came to check on his brothers.
I’m sure my brothers would rather have a Philistine.
At least they could fight him
And not be restrained by Father.

I traveled to the battlefield.
I saw a giant yelling.
His body shined with strange medals.
And someone was holding his shield.
The man had to hold it up
To cover that giant’s body.
I thought it strange because I knew of armor bearers
But not shield bearers.
But I had heard
That the man who slew this heathen
Would be paid
And get the king’s daughter.
My interest was suddenly there.
I did not know the king’s daughter.
But I knew that the money could help my family.
And being the king’s son could not hurt.
Oops, I said that out loud.
And Eliab heard me.
He rushed over with an angry face.
And cursed me with words he dare not speak in front of father.
I went away meekly.
Knowing that if I did not slay Goliath, no one else would.
Including Eliab.
I saw the terror in his face when Goliath spoke
Terror that was a stranger to me.
I requested the King’s audience.
King Saul was taller than any other man I met
Save the giant.
He looked concerned.
I wondered where was Jonathan.
He tried to persuade me not to fight.
Sayin he was a warrior from his youth.
I told him I am a youth so it was time for me to wage war.
Then King Saul gave me his armor.
It was so heavy I fell to one knee.
King Saul’s countenance changed from worry to despair.
He then gave me his sword.
I put over my shoulder.
And a servant put it around my waist.
But it kept falling.
I knew that I could not fight like this.
It would be like trying to fight a bear.
But maybe….
I told the king these were not tried.
What I meant to say was that they were tried and found wanting.
I got my sling.
That was put to the side when I put on the armor.
And prepared to face Goliath.

I could see Goliath in the distance.
Leering.
Sneering.
His shield bearer had put the shield down to rest.
I thought to myself, how many stones do I need.
I then remembered that the Philistines had 5 cities.
And I would need more just in case the Philistines rushed
Because I was a distance from the Hebrew lines.
I picked up 5 stones.
Examined each of them.
Then put them in my pouch.
Goliath seemed, befuddled.
That a youth sent to fight him in the challenge.
Would be at a creek playing with stones.
But I thought, By the Lord God Almighty,
One of these stones will be in your head.
Because you blasphemed the Lord God of Hosts.
And blasphemers get ******.

I then walked forward to meet Goliath.
He was so tall he hurt my head to look up at him.
And the words he spoke were profane.
Against the children of the Most High God.
He spoke about feeding me to animals.
I told him that I fought animals in the name of the Lord.
And no one shall feast on my portion.
He then roared and came after me.
The Shield-bearer came up behind him.
I thought, Now is my change.
The shield-bearer cannot protect from behind.
And his rush has left his forehead undone.
That will be his mistake.
I slung the rock.
It hit Goliath in the forehead.
And Goliath stepped forward.
I readied another stone.
But Goliath fell dead.
And the shield bearer ran back to the lines.
I ran to where Goliath was
And I raised his sword.
The first sword I ever touched.
And cut off his head.
I raised it up
All of Israel came running towards me.
And the Philistines fled.
I would now see the backs of the Philistines
On a regular basis.

I am Abner
Commander of Saul’s Army
The Lord’s Army.
I have met this David
Of which many goodness is spoken.
I saw that he was brave
But he would need skills in battle to become a warrior.
I trained him with Jonathan.
Jonathan was quicker with the spear.
His hand traveled faster with the spear to the target.
While David was still pulling back his arm.
Jonathan's spear stuck through so much it was hard to take out.
But David's spear nicked the target then fell to the ground.
I am sure that it is because Jonathan was more skilled
Because of practice
Because of experience
And also, because he was stronger.
He had the height of his father
The heart of his father.
But not his rage.
Jonathan was a better warrior that the King because he kept a cool head.

I’m sure David’s skill with staff and sling did not prepare him for spearwork.
But David was relentless in his pursuit.
And eventually with practice
He learned how to march and not always run
Gradually learned how to fire a bow from distance.
Dare I say, better than Jonathan
I guess it was because his skill with the sling
Helped him with missile weaponry.
But I had to tell him to always aim.
And that just because you could fire 13 arrows in a minute
Did not mean it was reasonable to do so.
So eventually over time, David grew
Even though when he stopped he was at Jonathan’s shoulders.
I knew he would be a general.
So I made him one of my commanders.
Then a servant came to where me, Jonathan, and David were.
Saying that the Philistines were coming.
I hoped David was ready for war.
Because he understood warfare
And not just fighting now.

I am Abner
Commander of Saul’s Army
The Lord’s Army.
I have met this David
Of which many goodness is spoken.
I saw that he was brave
But he would need skills in battle to become a warrior.
I trained him with Jonathan.
Jonathan was quicker with the spear.
His hand traveled faster with the spear to the target.
While David was still pulling back his arm.
I am sure that it is because Jonathan was more skilled
Because of practice
Because of experience
And also, because he was stronger.
He had the height of his father
The heart of his father.
But not his rage.
Jonathan was a better warrior that the King because he kept a cool head.

I’m sure David’s skill with staff and sling did not prepare him for spearwork.
But David was relentless in his pursuit.
And eventually with practice
He learned how to march and not always run
Gradually learned how to fire a bow from distance.
Dare I say, better than Jonathan
I guess it was because his skill with the sling
Helped him with missile weaponry.
But I had to tell him to always aim.
And that just because you could fire 13 arrows in a minute
Did not mean it was reasonable to do so.
So eventually over time, David grew
Even though when he stopped he was at Jonathan’s shoulders.
I knew he would be a general.
So I made him one of my commanders.
Then a servant came to where me, Jonathan, and David were.
Saying that the Philistines were coming.
I hoped David was ready for war.
Because he understood warfare
And not just fighting now.

I am David
I saw my father, up in the distance.
He was coming with my older brothers and an old man.
The old man looked familiar
Although I did not know who he was.
I thought all of this was very strange.
Normally my father did not come to the fields.
One of my older brothers did.
And sometimes they would taunt me.
Saying, David you are just a shepherd.
Go take your slingand protect the lambs
That you would never eat come feast time.
The words stung me.
But I never cried.
I would not, could not, ever let them see tears in my eyes.
Even though there were wounds that mocked me every day.

The old man approached me.
I saw a sword on him
It was covered in blood.
I did not ask why he had a sword.
He must have been a mighty man in his youth.
Then he told me, I am Samuel
Samuel, the prophet of the nation.
Samuel, the seer to the king.
Samuel, the man who anointed Saul.
The king and father of Jonathan.
When I was out in the fields.
I would pretend to be Jonathan’s armor-bearer.
Although when I brought up the topic excited with Eliab.
He sneered, Armor-bearers don’t have slings.
And they have armor.
You have no armor, so don’t call yourself that.
That did not stop me.

When a bear came to take a lamb.
I rose up.
Angry.
It was bad enough I had to be out here
Alone.
Watching sheep when no one cared for me.
But this bear cannot take a lamb
Because then I would be the disgrace of the family.
I took my sling
And found a stone.
It was smooth, good for flight.
And the bear charged.
Amazing enough, I felt no fear.
I said, A sling for the Lord and David.
I hit the bear.
The bear kept on coming.
I readied my staff, prepared to do the worse.
But the bear collapsed and died not too far from me, about a body’s length away.
I turned and walked away.
Knowing that if I told my brothers, they would not believe me.
They would mock, How can we know your word is true
When none of the lambs were touched.
So I kept quiet.
So I keep silent.

My father thought I would be a good musician.
He said, Eliab will lead our family in war
While David plays the music of our people.
He got a lyre from the village.
And I began to play.
My hands connected with the lyre’s heart.
And soon I began to sing.
I thought that it was good, so I began to write it down.
Songs to my Lord.
Songs about protection from bears.
And Songs about one day being noticed for who I am.
And not the youngest of my family.

Samuel told me to kneel.
Could it be?
I dare not hope to think.
After all a servant told me there was a ritual feast at home.
A feast that I was not invited.
Because Eliab yelled at the servant, Then who would guard the lambs!
We need the servants to serve us and Prophet.
I knelt down on the hard surface.
I then felt, oil.
I had never felt oil on my head before.
A little got into my eyes and I blinked fast.
Then the oil trickled down my lips and onto my garment.
Prophet then proclaimed Long live the King.
King?
I saw Eliab scowling with rage.
But I smiled, satisfied.
I would be the king after Jonathan.

Ms. Johnson soon left, and Dialect and Breastplate Bearer came to see.
Breastplate-Bearer asked, So who won the final round of Jeopardy.
Message shrugged her shoulders and said, I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.
Dialect interrupted, Dragon-Man, your Abyss-Sword will no longer respond to your command.
It is decreed in the Decipherment charter that no holder can have Helmetchief blood on his hand.
Dragon-Man groaned, and Message jumped up and cried out, I give him a Rulership reprieve.
She looked at Dragon-Man and weakly smiled, Dragon-Man’s body was filled with relief.
Dialect continued, It is best to keep the Abyss-Sword in the Damocles stone.
Therefore someone can still pilot it, and you Dragon-Man will have atoned.
Breastplate-Bearer spoke up and said, I can be the pilot, I have the experience.
I was a fighter pilot during the war, and had the highest clearance.
One day my missile system misfired, and hit a nearby town.
One of the apartment buildings was damaged, and collapsed to the ground.

They dishonorably discharged me at a court-martial, I had to leave the service.
Even though I told them what I did was in the heat of battle, not on purpose.
Someone approached me to join the Federation, it struck my curiosity.
That I could fight for a better cause,  one that would save eternity.
Dialect replied, You can be the pilot, just don’t take the Abyss-Sword out.
Whoever tries to remove the sword will go mad, and insanity will sprout.
They were all silent for a while, they did not know that Abyss Sword had so much tension.
Dragon-Man asked, Who would be able to take it out when the fight has to be won?
Dialect cocked his brow and frowned, Let’s not hope we get to that, because it would be tough.
You might be able to wield the Abyss-Sword in time, but we don’t know how much time is enough.

Dragon-Man asked, then what weapon would I use, to what system would I go.
In came in Lady of the Night with the Composti  repeating crossbow.
She grinned, You gave it to me, and this weapon always seemed better for you.
Because we need firepower as well as slashing, and a repeating weapon will do.
Messaged moved to the other side in relief, she had done her very best.
Dialect interrupted, I have Magaian tiger-hounds to protect you as you rest.
Dragon-man asked whimiscially, Do they bark, I don’t want them to keep me up at night.
They all laughed out of relief and happiness that Dragon-Man could keep it light.
Suddenly there came on the tv, The Police Commissioner Joseph Grant  has declared martial law.
Message stood up and said, Let’s move out and fight , this is what the Federation was created for.

Dragon-Man was about to say something, but Message touched her finger to his mouth.
He was wondering why his knees were so weak now, and what this was all about.
Dragon-Man was too surprised to be relieved, and too wise to be astonished.
At first Message was angry with him, but now he could not admonish.
I need to sit down, Dragon-Man as he plopped down on the sofa.
Message sat across from him, and gently touched him on the shoulder.
How long have you felt like this, Dragon-Man asked with some concern.
Message took deep breathes sighing, These Feelings are just there, they are not learned.
Dragon-Man got up and hastily said, Do you want me to show you to your room.
They have a game-show called Jeopardy, and it is about to be on soon.
Message laughed replying If this game is like toe-spectacle, I wanna watch.
I think I will be more prepared this time, to take things up a notch.

So they watched Jeopardy together, and Message got every question wrong.
Even the one that asked how big is a mile, She said 10 rotations long.
Dragon-Man quickly discovered his nervousness was disappearing more
Then there was a knock and a ring, and Dragon-Man went to answer the door.
It was a woman he had never seen before, even though she had his features.
Do you remember me, she asked Dragon-Man, and he was suddenly speechless.
This woman continued, I am your mom, the one who gave birth to you in prison.
The system tried to say I was dead and buried, but here I stand before you living.
Is that woman over there your girlfriend, congratulations she is very pretty.
Dragon-Man looked behind to see Message pointing at herself, and said, No, she’s not with me.
She is a co-worker, and we just came together to finish a project in the best of ways.
Dragon-Man’s mother rolled her eyes and said, I was born in the morning, but not yesterday.
Dragon-Man asked, So how are things with you, I wished I could have seen you sooner.
Because I never understood what happened to you, all I heard were gossip and rumors.
Ms. Johnson said, I will disclose to you what happened, on condition that you never tell anyone.
And after this I will be ghost, because my job required it to be anonymously done.
Can I stay, Message asked, she was now leaned forward more excited.
Yes, said Ms. Johnson, And Jonathan when you get a girlfriend don’t hide it.

I was faint from loss of blood, and the fact that I gave birth to a man-child.
Then a detective stepped in with a grim face, and what he said was wild.
We will commute your sentence, if you agree to work for us and follow directions.
Because we know you are a pillar in your community, and have many connections.
Dazed from the pain, I nodded my head yes and asked what they wanted me to do.
Go after Joseph Grant, he is a corrupt commissioner and the one who imprisoned you.
Shark-Devil, Dragon-Man thought in his mind, he tried to **** me and Mommy both.
I agreed to the proposal, and with my hand on a document I took a sacred oath.
I joined this organization called the Federation, that was made up of Cloaked scouts.
But I did not want to leave my son, without knowing what I was about.
Dragon-Man was stunned, him and his Mother were working for the same team.
Wronged by the same man in both of his forms, things were not what they seem.
She’s a lovely woman, Message said from the other side of the room.
Dragon-Man turned and said, She is also The Reinforcement, and we will need her soon.

Message, Dragon-Man, and Lady of the Night left the Dragon Tower to take care.
Message asked, Where will I sleep, and Lady of the Night asked, What do you mean where?
Just go back to where you came, and Message yelled, Where I came from was destroyed.
Dragon-Man soon realized that more tact would soon have to be employed.
You can stay with me, and both Message and Lady of the Night looked at him without stop.
Yeah I have a fully furnished two-bedroom, very comfortable co-op.
Message wearily asked Is this punishment for when I brought you in front of the Federation.
Dragon-Man said, No, consider it a very special Dahomeyian Rulership invitation.
Message desperately looked at Lady of the Night, but Lady of the Night looked away.
Message then said, Alright, I guess I could stay at you coupe for a couple of days.

Lady of the Night left, and Dragon-Man and Message walked onto a field.
Where is this, Message asked, and Dragon-Man replied, it is one of my hidden skills.
I play as part of a football league for fun, and we need an extra teammate.
Message enthusiastically shouted, I wish to play this toe-spectacle so it will be great.
Soon Dragon-Man’s team came, and he was simply Jonathan Maine, Quarterback.
But Message’s happiness did not equal her football skills, all of them she lacked.
Jonathan threw her passes, and she dropped each and every one.
The one pass she caught, was in the other teams end zone as an interception.
Message huffed at the end of the game, This toe spectacle is silly.
Dragon-Man said, From someone who holds a Dahomeyian Rulership, really?
You have the Death-Hand, but your Death-Hand is made up of Butterfingers.
Message stared at him with a glare that could melt ice, and made that look linger.


They soon pulled up to the co-op, and Message and Dragon-Man were walking.
He was surprised at the newfound ease, with which they were talking.
Message and Dragon-Man arrived at the door, and Dragon-Man held it for she.
He figured there was no harm in displaying a little chivalry.
The door was still opened, he was puzzled but thought that it was nothing.
Little did he know that on the other side, someone’s heart was racing.
So as Dragon-Man took the door and stepped inside, something happened that made him feel weak.
Because Message turned around and kissed him, and that kiss was not on the cheek.

Dragon-Man took the Abyss Sword away and backed up, he knew he had done a terrible thing.
Shark-Devil mocked, Well, well Dragon-Man, I guess more than one of us wants to **** a King.
Dragon-Man said, I am so sorry, Message, it was an accident, I never meant to do.
Message huffed, We will deal with Shark-Devil and then I as Helmetchief will deal with you.
The battle continued between the five, and victory was not sure for either side.
But Officer Thon knew that as the Designated Casualty it did not matter if he died.
He grabbed Lady of the Night and ****** his weapon into her side, but the blood did not trickle.
Lady of the Night then held onto the weapon with both hands and moved her body so that Officer Thon’s weapon impaled himself, and he died without a whistle.
Shark-Devil called on his troops to retreat, because it was better to fight again than to be conquered.
Message then told Dragon-Man, You are a splendid fighter, but as for grace, you have no honor.
She curtly continued Your fate is in the hands of the Dragon Power, and if found guilty you will be banished.
Lady of the Night protested, But without Dragon-Man as part of the Federation, how would we manage.

Now Dragon-Man stood in front of the Dragon-Power, on the same spot where he had killed Etil.
He secretly feared in his heart that they would demand recompense, and repay good with evil.
The Covenantal Project was the Advocate Counsel, so Dragon-Man knew he was impartial.
He just wondered how his friendship with Message turned from friendly to coldly martial.
The Covenantial Project asked, Any last words before I pass down my sentence.
Dragon-Man mustered all of the oratory he had in his civilian life for reference.
He said, The Federation I am a part, and always vowed to defend with honor and trust.
That Abyss Sword did not only penetrate you, it was I who felt this misguided ******.
We Federation, we coalition, dedicated to serve and protect universekind.
Even when we arrive late to the fight, we leave no world behind.

Message had tears in her eyes, but as Helmetchief she had to remain stoic.
Lady of the Night and Breastplate-Bearer looked as if they would both be sick.
, I have someone to saythat will save my comrade, spoke up Drent
Go on said the Covenantal Project, and Drent said, I have the Intervention Amendment.
Message said, Brother! And Drent retorted, as a male member of the Royal Family it is my right.
I would sooner see myself die than have Dragon-Man banished away from our sight.
The Covenantial Project said, Very well, Dragon-Man, you are on The Watchlist.
But if something like this happens again, know that there is no more Intervention Amendment like this.
Dragon-Man stepped back relieved, this ordeal was truly a trial for them all.
Lady of the Night hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek, Dragon-Man looked as if he would fall.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, his cell phone rang with a call.
Who is this, Dragon-Man asked, I don’t think I have all my contacrs on me.
Hello darling, said a warm voice, it is Vanessa Johnson, your mommy.

Message said, I ask leave to make a speakage to the Federation troops.
The Covenantal Project nodded and replied, Your Helmetchief, who holds the Dahomeyian Rulership, may address this group.
Message stood on top of the mount and entered into a Battlefare Stance.
The Winged Fire-Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber were in both her outstretched hands.
Message screamed with zealous fervor, Soldiers, Shark-Devil has transgressed the Federation’s Charter and must suffer as an apostate.
This Battlefare struggle will make all you brave troops who were trapped in the land of the unknown great.
Victory is now because death is choked in the air sweetened with the taste of sure progress.
I Message, will lead you forward, into the sunlit uphills with Shark-Devil heart torn out of his breast!
But I thought Shark-Devil was my battle to win and fight
Dragon-Man whispered with concern to the nearby Lady of the Night.
Lady of the Night scolded, Hush Message is the Helmetchief, she can have any enemy prize that she wants.
Message then lifted the Winged Fire-Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber and shouted, ADVANCE!

Dragon-Man urged, You heard our Helmet-chief, Now is the time get into the fight that must be won with bled.
Shark-Devil told Officer Thon, I will make you the Designated Casualty to go out and **** Message dead
The plain was a whirlwind of activity, with The Federation and Shark-Devil at a standstill.
Officer Thon then saw Message and thought, Now is my time to go out for the ****.
Because Message had rushed out too far forward on her Centaur-Raptor, she was helmed in far.
Officer Thon told his soldiers by mind-speak, Keep her cornered until I can come to finish her.
Message used both hands to deadly effect, the body count became mere body calculation.
Because Message was ready to die as Helmetchief for the sake of the Federation.
Officer Thon stuck a Scythe Dagger to Message’s Centaur-Raptor, it fell down with her on.
Message got up bruised and got ready to battle to the death with Officer Thon.

Dragon-Man was searching for Shark-Devil, the one who had destroyed his family tree
Shark-Devil was in the rear protected, directing the Battlefare operations by telepathy.
Dragon-Man suddenly arrived in Shark-Devil’s presence, and Shark-Devil taunted, this is the last face you will see you fool.
Dragon-Man kneeled down and said, No, Shark-Devil, The Great Beyond is where you will go back to rule.
Lady of the Night jumped off of Dragon-Man’s back to leap high, she truly soared in the air.
But by the time she brought her weapon down where Shark-Devil was, he was not there.
Shark-Devil had gone to Officer Thon’s assistance, and taunted Message, my killing offer still stands.
Message retracted the Winged Fire-Lance and Celestial Blade Saber into her watch, and called on the Death-Hands.
Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night were rushing to help Message in her fight, but the odds were against them coming in time.
Suddenly Breastplate-Bearer pulled up in a Paroah Chariot, and cried out, Follow me on this, because I leave no man behind.
Shark-Devil and Officer Thon were closing in, and Message prepared herself to take lives of two.
When Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night showed up behind Message, and Lady of the Night said, We outnumber you.
Then they started to fight, and soon all of them were bloodied, bruised, and battered.
They struggled as if no war before existed, and no war after mattered.
Dragon-Man suddenly readied himself to strike Shark-Devil, he prepared the Abyss Sword for a mighty blow for Shark-Devil’s death.
OWW, MY ARM, cried out Message, and Dragon-Man saw to his horror his Abyss-Sword had pierced Message’s left biceps

Dialect and The Legate flew together in the darkness, silence was the moment.
So how did you get out of Dahomeyia, Dialect asked, and The Legate said, Atonement.
I knew I had to crown Message with the new Dahomeyian Rulership, hubris was in my breath.
Because I thought she deserved it after all the pain I had brought her through this death.
I went through the Great Beyond looking, but I could not find her in her presence.
But I felt in my heart she was there, even though she was trapped in an angry essence.
As I was traveling I saw a load with her inside unconscious, I pierced a hole to free.
Then I left before she would wake up, and know that it was me.
What will Message do when she sees you Dialect asked, and The Legate said I don’t care.
I am done wandering from Realmic Span to Realmic Span, I will make my last stand there.

The Nova Knights prepared to leave, and Dragon-Man dreaded that soon was his trial.
Then Message said, The door is locked, and Breastplate-Bearer no longer had a smile.
Shark-Devil called out in the darkness, Message, this should bring back memories.
Breastplate-Bearer said, We have to get out and Dragon-Man grimaced and said My enemy.
Lady of the Night warned, The Isotrain Mechanism will not open as long as we are imprisoned.
Dragon-Man asked The Dragon-Power, How do we get out, and the Dragon Power said, **** him.
Dragon-Man ran down the stairs to the Holdment, and pressed his watch to the stand.
But it was no use, the Isotrain Mechanism refused to open or respond to his command.
Breastplate-Bearer called out, Hey if we will die, at least we died together strong.
Dragon-Man curtly replied, I don’t intend on dying, when my trial would prove me wrong.
Suddenly the Ararian Tower was opened, and the skies were filled with rain.
There is only one man that can do this, Drent said, and I thought I would never see him again.

The Legate touched down near the Tower, and Dialect ordered the Diablo Robots to assemble.
Message watched from the Tower unmoved, because her heart was hurting still.
Dragon-Man urged, Our fight is outside, now that we can go and leave the Tower.
Be careful with these Shark-Devil, called out the wise counsel of the Dragon-Power.
Dragon-Man said, Breastplate-Bearer, you will pilot the Isotrain Mechanism for fire.
Lady of the Night, take out the Paroah Chariot as a Battlefare Platform when things get dire.
Shark-Devil said, I will end you all, The Federation and the hopeless The Legate as well.
The Legate I hope you enjoyed your time at the Great Beyond, this time you are going to hell!
The Legate stepped down, and said, I would like to have a moment with my daughter.
Officer Thon noticed, Could not hurt for a family reunion, before we begin the slaughter.

The Legate went to Drent and Message, and they both looked on him displeased.
The Legate fell down to a Coronation Stance, with one hand down and forward knees.
What are you doing? Shrieked Message, and Drent coldly said, Father this is embarrassing.
The Legate replied, I am claiming the Dahomeyian Rulership as my own, so I can give it in.
You see, I kept the Coronation Verdict on me to give it to Message as Imperial Candidate promoted.
But Drozen interrupted the proceedings with his violence so I held on to it instead.
When I came back to where our home planet was, all of the inhabitants were dead.
Message I warned you about that mercenary fool, but you refused to take heed.
I was stripped of my Dahomeyian Rulership for unbecoming conduct of greed.

Message was speechless, and she did not know what to think or tell.
Shark-Devil mocked, I’ve always wanted to **** a king, and now one is available.
Father get up, Message pleaded, We would need you in this Battlefare to live.
I fear it is too late for me, The Legate intoned, and fell backwards over the cliff.
Message cried out No, as Drent had to be restrained from going after him.
Then Message took the Coronation Verdict and said, I am now the Federation Helmetchief.
As holder of the Dahomey Leadership, Shark-Devil I condemn you to death.
You and what army, Shark-Devil asked, and Dialect said, The Diablo-Robots of the Numberless Clans
And Drent said, the Patriot Knighthood Way stand by them to lend a fighting hand.
Shark Devil your transgressions are ended, said a voice that pierced the darkness.
Flying down from the skies with the Federation on Centaur-Raptors who shook the earth.
The Federation is assembled and now is the time to answer the cry for relief.
It was the Covenantal Project, who came by piercing the Presenceless Weave.
Shark-Devil yelled out Charge, and the Ongolic Horde stepped forward to Battlefare stand.
The Covenential Project told Message, All we wait for your Rulership is for you to say the command.

Message started humming, and the Knights stared in bewilderment too.
Lady of the Night asked, What are you doing, and Message I am singing the Nike chant to you.
Drozen is dead and that is the ultimate good, because his body now reeks in fire- victory.
Breastplate Bearer said, So tell me how did you come about the Imperial Candicacy.
Message took a deep breath and said, Well me and Drent stepped forward, and others at the Wisebeing Assembly because to rule was on our lips.
Then the Advocate- Counsel spoke up to our shock, You will all fight for this sacred Dahomeyian Rulership.
Drent and I look at each other in disbelief, I whispered to myself, how could I slay my brother.
My father who held the Dahomeyian Rulership put his head in his hands, but I could not see my mother.

Then Drent interrupted me to say, He had to defend his Rulership that was bankrupted and abused.
Message retorted, You forgot he had the Treasuryist arrested and killed on no charge.
You loved him as our father but my keen perception saw through the familial mirage.
Begin, the Battlefare Grader, as they fought each other to be an Imperial Candidate.
This struggle was about getting the Dahomeyian Rulership, it was not about hate.
Finally I and Drent were the last ones standing after all the bloodshed, Drent was too weak to make a fist.
I cried out to the Battlefare Grader with tears streaming down my eyes, I cannot **** for this.
The Advocate- Counsel curtly said, Either he dies or you do, The Dahomeyian Rulership is worth the risk.
I lifted my weapon and staggered under its newfound heaviness, poised to take the life of mine own sibling.
Stop, Message, STOP!, called out my father, from his entrapment on the Lexicon Podium in desperate pleading.

You do not hold the Dahomeyian Rulership anymore, the Advocate-Counsel said with a frown.
My father yelled back, I will not stand to see you destroy the Dahomeyian Royal Family, my sacred bloodline, for a mere Rulership crown!
I put forth an Intervention Amendment, and I choose Message and Drent as Imperial Candidates to proceed.
The Advocate General said, Very well, this is a good resolution so no one else has to bleed.
So I and Drent stepped forward, and the Flaretine Scholar was writing feverishly with his pen.
I had no idea who would win the Dahomeyian Rulership, me or Drent.
I had forgotten about Drozen, he must have left to gather mercenaries.
Both me and Drent went down with one hand on the floor and us in the Coronation Stance on bended knee.
The Advocate General scolded me saying, Your Coronation Stance is off, you should have your foot more forward and stop shaking.
I was still shook I almost killed Drent, and that my father who held the Dahomeyian Rulership was forsaken.

Drozen came to interrupt the proceedings, and snatched us away before I could hear the Coronation Verdict.
I could see the Diablo-Robots my mother told me about at bedtime, and their presence made me sick.
After Drozen pushed the Damocles Stone, I screamed in horror until I could not cry.
Then I vowed I would do whatever it takes, so that Drozen would be dead by I
I can still feel my father’s presence with me, although I cannot explain why
I hope my father is still alive, so we can rehabilitate his name with a Downtrodden Argument
What was your father’s name, asked Lady of the Night, and Message replied sobbing, His Dahomeyian Leadership name is the Legate.

The Covenantial Project then stepped back to work-examine
A figure rode forward on a Centaur-Raptor and asked what is our canon?
The Covenantial Project responded- You will form the Armored Trilogy.
With Dragon-Man and Drent, you Chrysatium will head the Helion Knighthood Way to make three.
Chrysatium urged, We must go now, and The Covenantial Project said, Patience is a virtue.
You must let the humans and Dahomeyians make peace with themselves, before they hurt you.
Chrysatium then questioned, so what do we do now, The Covenantial Project said we lie low.
The Legate is coming and they will be allied with us faster than any of them know.
There is a fish minion called Shark-Devil, he is minor but an inconvenient insight.
I will **** him, said Chrysatium, and The Covenantial Project said, Hush this is Dragon-Man’s fight.
Then what is my fight, Chrysatium asked, Your mission now is not to fight but to reinforce.
Because when his fight goes bad you Chrysatium will be the one to set it on the right course.

Chrysatium grumbled but went back to work on some Centaur-Raptor wings.
He wished that the Covenantial Project was not such an expert on everything.
Because battlefare was his specialty, why did the Covenantial Project know more than he did.
The Covenantial Project went back to sit down on the Podium Grid.
Chrysatium come here, and Chyrsatium ran to the Covenantial Project leader.
See this seat with a chair, Chrysatium nodded, This is for the one who is the Deciperment reader.
One by one they had died, or were destroyed in Battlefare by dark powers.
But I know for a fact there is one person out there with abilities like ours.
Can you tell me her name, Chysatium asked, and The Covenantial Project answered Lady of the Night.
Chrysatium protested, But that is impossible she does not know how to Decipherment write.
She knows more than she reveals, Chrysatium revealed with a wry smile improper.
How do you know her so well, Chrisatium demanded and the Covenantial Project said, She is my daughter.

The Isotrain Mechanism arrived at the Arurian Tower, and Message said, One of them isn’t us.
Dragon-Man replied, I can use my disembodiment power to interrogate them to reveal their true trust.
Dragon-Man went up the steps to confront one of the Dragon-Power’s deceit.
They were hanging upside down sleeping to recharge by their elongated feet.
Dragon-Man pressed a button on his watch, and suddenly he was in their presence.
Dragon-Man!, said Etil, what are you doing here you should have more reverence.
One of you was working for Drozen, but I am here to tell you that he is dead.
The Dragon-Power had all stone faces and Dragon-Man wondered what was said.
All of them one by one denied it, and Dragon-Man knew he would have to use attorney skill.
Go beyond cross-examination to reveal the Dragon-Power who wanted all of the Federation to ****.
Shouldn’t you leave, Ketil said, you only have a few more hours before your body is consumed.
I will not take much longer, because this is a matter that has to be resolved so we can resume.

Dragon-Power cried out, I will stay so that the Federation may know that my death was not in vain.
No! cried out all of the Dragon-Power except Etil, who sarcastically responded At least they knew your name.
It is Etil! The Dragon-Power replied, as Dragon-Man walked to where Etil was sitting fidgety.
I remove you from the Dragon-Power, Dragon-Man said, as he swung the Abyss Sword at he.
Dragon-Man took Etil’s head off of his shoulders, and tossed it to the dirt below.

He pressed his watch and said Matter resolved, and Message shook her head and said No.
What’s wrong, Dragon-man asked, and Lady of the Night said, Your court case and Shark-Devil.
He will try to ruin your life and your superhero identity to attack you at every level.
Dragon-Man stood tall and said, My credentials are impeccable, so I will not be disbarred.
You are talking to a man who had to fight his way out of the womb, and then was further scarred.
I was born into the prison, my mother went into labor before they could take her to the hospital.
Her arrest was under Shark-Devil’s watch as police commissioner, so anything is possible.
They took me from her when I was young, and when I grew up I discovered she died in jail.
No one believed her urgent cries and even fewer were willing to man up and pay bail.
All because she could not afford a lawyer or money because of her charge of stealing a ring.
So I am ready for any obstacle or charges that Shark-Devil fiend may bring.
Looking out with binoculars at the Arurian Tower, was Officer Jones Thon with Shark-Devil who slept.
He was happy as can be, because now he knew where the Isotrain Mechanism was kept.
What a pretty little speech, Officer Thon said, Shark-Devil snorted, Lawyers don’t give speeches
He will have to find another hobby of his, after the Arurian Tower is breached.

The Legate and Dialect watched down the valley as Drozen’s body was lifeless in the smoldering Acider flame
My liege, Drozen would have destroyed everyone on your home planet, and that would be a shame.
The Legate replied, He would not have gotten to that point, because I would have arrived no later.
And that so-called Commander of the Numberless Clans would have to bow to his greater.
But what of his Clans, Dialect asked with furrowed brow and The Legate affirmed, They are yours to command.
Under Drozen’s hapless leadership they were abysmal, but under you they will rule every land.
Does Scmita bring back memories, Dialect inquired of The Legate as they were walking about.
Both good and bad, The Legate grimly acknowledged as they were preparing to move out.
This is a new regime, Dialect said to the Diablo-Robots, as they shuffled to attention.
The Drozen you knew is dead because of his weakness, and now you are my henchmen.
Dialect and The Legate sat in and Dialect said, Shall we prepare the Galactic Coordinates to the Earth Rock.
The Legate shook his head and said, No, I want to visit the Council of the Faceless Tongues so when I leave they never again talk.

The Council of the Faceless Tongues were confused, because they could not longer detect Drozen’s life heat.
And the Legate and Dialect burst in and Dialect hollered out, How is it, my brothers, now that your commander went down in defeat.
You banished me from your presence and even gave Drozen what should not have been his.
But now Drozen is lying in the Acider Flames dead, and he will never be missed.
What do you mean by this, The Council of the Faceless Tongues asked in spite.
The Legate put his foot on the table and grimly whispered, You have a tongue but no sight.
So if you cannot talk, you will no longer live, because you rely on words to see-breathe.
The Legate then put a vision-silencer on the table, and Dialect knew it was time to leave.
The Council of the Faceless Tongues tried to talk faster, but soon all was still and quiet.
The Covenantial Project breathed a sigh of relief because that was the end of tyrants.

The Covenantial Project then went to the Voidless Midst to finish his Federation assembly.
He sat down and used the Decipherment Charter to form different positions to defend this coming enemy.
When he was finished he got up, and said into the darkness of space, It is settled.
Creation will soon be free with Drozen dead and the Council no more there to mettle.
It may be the Meggadian rotation, but with the Federation here to stand and defend.
I hope the Nova Knights and Patriot Knights are formed soon, to bring this nonsense to an end.
They will be my mounted forces on Centaur-Raptors, with the Brackti as the Footpieces all is complete.
Victory must be ours because there is no chance of recovery of everything loved from defeat.
Breastplate-Bearer asked Message, So between you and Drozen, who would have been ruler over the Dahomeyians.
Lady of the Night rolled her eyes and Drent said, You cannot be a brother in law without the in.
Our royalty wished to marry each other, so that the Blood-Genes were not polluted.
Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night nodded, because this rule in terms of Drozen was not refuted.

The Federation stood around stunned because they did not know what to say
Message was the heart of the Federation, and now she was in Drozen’s fray.
Lady of the Night appeared to them and said Message is ok, Drent you have explaining.
Because it was like they were Romeo and Juliet the way they were complaining.
Drent rose up and said, no it was more like Romeo and Juliet were like Drozen and Message.
My father tried to warn her that as an Imperial Candidate she should spurn his vestige.
But Message did not respond, and as Headdress Prince I tried to get together a decree.
That no barbarian could associate with an Imperial Candidate or die painfully.
Message would not speak to me, and Drozen left in a maniacal fury.
Little did I know that Drozen would come back and this time not as a loving suitor.
The Imperial Candidacy went on, and it was between me and Message to be ruler.
I thought Message would win it, but the Brethren never got to pick.
They handed the Advocate Council the paper with their choice, but she never opened it.
Drozen interrupted the proceedings, and captured us both to his Alieno-Machine.
This is what happens when true love turned into violent vengeance, I would never forget that scream.
He destroyed our planet, and took Message to a load to lock her inside.
And as for me he said, Drent you will be a Teremi Mercanary, and if you fail Message already died.

So I came to Earth, because that was my next assignment.
But I did not know that Message was already there, and had broken out of confinement.
I resented Message for the destruction of our world, but I realize love cannot be forbidden.
I guess Message became a courier of the Dragon Power to become better hidden.
The Federation sat there stunned, and Breastplate-Bearer said, This explains so much.
Dragon-Man groaned and Lady of the Night asked, Tell us, how did she get the Death-Touch.
I think the load was so strong that it had a Gretian force-field and in the process of breaking free.
Some got onto her hands, and over time it evolved to become the Death-Touch on her fingertips.
I could never let go of the fact that I let down my Dahomeyians as a Headdress Prince.
Lady of the Night said, No don’t feel that way, and Breastplate-Bearer said, you really dropped the ball.
Boundaries, Lady of the Night and Dragon-Man both screamed, but Breastplate-Bearer continued, Good thing this is like boxing with gloves at all.
Dragon-Man then turned to Lady of the Night and asked, So did you get any intelligence that you heard.
Lady of the Night said, You can use your disembodiment powers to free her, and Dragon-Man replied, I gave Drozen my word.
Lady of the Night said, Well, there is nothing I can do, because Message just has to fight to victory.
Drent replied, I think now that how Message feels about Drozen, victory is not enough.
Breastplate-Bearer called out, Hey, should I take the cloaking mode off the Isotrain Mechanism?
Dragon-Man shook his head and said, No, this is our base we don’t want Drozen to know where we are living.
The Claimant joust was come, and Drozen and Message were both prepared.
But Dragon-Man was shocked for the first time in a while to feel fear.
He knew Message could fight, but Drozen was the Commander of the Numberless Clans.
They must be Numberless for a reason, but at least Message has the Death-Touch in her hands.
Message took her position on the Centaur-Raptor, its wings were spread out to its fullest.
Drozen also mounted a Centaur-Raptor, but when Message looked closely he was sweating bullets.
He seemed to be out of breath, and Lady of the Night taunted, What is wrong can’t get enough air.
Drozen fired back, After I am done with Message I will end all of you who have come here.
Message and Drozen head together each other Message had her weapons ready for combat.
Suddenly Drozen fell to the ground heavily, without Message making First Contact.
Message pulled out her Celestial Blade Saber, and yelled Surrender or die you fiend.
One of the Scimitan referees said, That is against the rules, and Lady of the Night retorted, Hush, you don’t know what you’ve meaned.
Don’t you realize that Message has saved your planet and many countless more.
I don’t think I did it, Message said as she stepped back with Drozen lifeless on the floor.

Can I have his head, No, Heart, No, Kneecap, No, Message and Dragon-Man argued.
His hands, You have hands, stop trying to be greedy and eat this splendid food.
Message huffed, He did not even have the courtesy to die by my hand, how rude.
Drent called out, So what do we do with Drozen’s lifeless body without power.
Dragon-Man replied, Put it in the Acider flames and let them have a feast to devour
Lady of the Night asked, Dragon-Man, don’t you have a pending court case?
Dragon-Man smacked his head and said, Oh yeah, we better get back to Earth in haste.
No don’t go to Earth yet I want to fight you all, the Legate said in the background.
And in the Voidful Midst the Covenantial Project was gathering the Federation without making a sound.

Message put on Lady of the Night’s garment, and it changed her countenance
Take this watch, Dragon-Man said, it is the access to the Winged Fire-Lance.
You press this button on top and then the Fire Lance is yours to wield.
This is just a reconnaissance mission and Message curtly replied, If Drozen comes I will not yield.
This Winged Lance-fire is the perfect instrument to pierce Drozen’s chest box.
Dragon-Man shook his head but he knew there was no use arguing when the SheTalkMan talks.
So Message left the Isotrain Mechanism to go to the Logre Market to buy
And also to inquire where Drozen was, because Message also appointed herself a spy.

Legate, one of the Federation is here, the traveler with the Nourishless Caravans said with glee.
I don’t concern myself with a mere mouthpiece, that is a tiny morsel, the Legate replied to he.
Message came to the market, and asked, Excuse me, but have you seen the Drozen creature.
I am looking for Commander of the Numberless Clans who is this high with these features.
The being replied, I’m confused, I thought you were here to barter and watch gladiators?
Message yelled, You don’t sound like a Scimitan, and she drew out her Celestial Blade Saber.
He kneeled with terrified pleas, Please, your Imperial Candidacy, I am a Dahomeyian  who came here to survive.
If I tell you where Drozen is, he will make sure I will not remain soon alive.
Message put the Celestial Blade Saber back in the Estateian Scabbard, and said, Subject follow me.
You will use these Premo-Cartridge Gems to purchase the Federation some elite weaponry.
Meanwhile I will hunt for Drozen, using the Decipherment Charter to receive what you know.
Drozen has been reaping Death across these Realmic spans, and it is time for him to pay what he owe!

Message and the Dahomeyian Subject set off, and soon reached the market with this plan to destroy.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was waiting in the wings with the Isotrain Mechanism, shielded by the alloy.
The Dahomeyian Subject went to the bartering station, and asked, I would like some fire power.
The person threw back his head and laughed mocking, I am sure you would, this is the final hour.
Help, Help! The Dahomeyian cried out, and Message started running to this man’s aid.
The man stood up and said, Diablo-Robots arise, and suddenly the place was filled with with raid.
So you are alone, Drozen taunted, as Message took out the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire Lance.
Is this the way to treat the suitor you spurned because as an Imperial Candidate you couldn’t handle romance?
I have already sunk an Anvilic Block  into this Dahomeyian’s mind, and if you don’t come he will die.
Message was so shocked at this sheer evil that she, for once, was unable to reply.

Message extended her Celestial Blade Saber into the Dahomeyian’s head, and he fell with a thud.
Lady of the Night yelled out, No! And Message down below said, Take heed this is the first shed blood.
Drozen screamed, Attack, attack, and Dragon-Man said, This is the War the Federation was built for.
So let us go as the Federation to conquer in victory, because Message needs us for this  Battlefare war.
The Isotrain-Mechanism began firing, and Breast-plate Bearer was laughing as the missiles hit.
What’s so funny, Lady of the Night barked, Oh it is amusing the one who speaks would start conflict.
Message was on the ground, and used both her weapons to deadly effect.
Dragon-Man told Breastplate-Bearer to stay and fire, while the Federation went in the Paroah chariot.

The Paroah Chariot rumbled over the ground, hitting Diablo-Robots and rolling over their remains.
The battle was sometime fierce, and those who were dead had a better fate than those in pain.
Message was fighting alongside, and Dragon-Man used the Abyss Sword for deadly lightling.
The Diablo-Robots fell back terrified, because the blinding heat was so frightening.
Drozen cried out, Advance, but they stood by sullen, afraid of this fight.
Then stepping forward to speak and break the impasse was Lady of the Night.
I offer a solution for this impasse, because neither you nor us can win this toil
We will offer you Message for a Claimant joust, and the victor will gain all spoil.
Message said I volunteer on behalf of my people-nation, to save this planet I will be a  gladiator.
Because I left one planet that was destroyed, so this one I can be a savior.
Dragon-Man whispered, are you crazy, and Lady of the Night said Reinforcements are coming.
The Covenantial Project is leading them, but we need to stall for the time being.
This Claimant Joust will give us time, and Message can handle herself.
I just need my garment back, so I could disguise as a Diablo-Robot for stealth.

Message was on the Alieno-Machine, and Drozen said, Now we as brethren are united.
We should have a lover’s quarrel every now and then so that none of us are dead.
It is better to step forward in my presence, then hide forever in the shadows.
Message defiantly replied, I stay there because it is my position to continue battle.
Drozen said haughtily, Battle, how could you say such horrible things and who really sent ye?
Message banged on the door and yelled, I come as the Imperial Candidate to pass judgment to execute thee.
Drozen said, Fine, if that is what you wish, you can lose this Claimant Joust and be gone.
In the midst of it all Lady of the Night was watching in her garment, and wondered what the hell  was going on.

Breastplate-Bearer said as they were walking, I would put the Federation on my back
Drent rolled his eyes and said, Does he always have such foolhardy confidence, this hack?
Lady of the Night yelled, You two stop having a ****** contest and get over here
Dragon-Man said, This is the place we can regroup with no one to interfere.

Dragon-Man pushed his watch and the Isotrain Mechanism came into existence.
Drent screeched, I will pilot this thing because I am the best flyer before or since.
No I am the Leader so this is my Mechanism, said Dragon-Man annoyed by such insolence.
You know there is a Dual-Pilot Mode, said Message and Dragon-Man whispered Hush.
Drent taunted, Or what are you going to do, fight against someone with a lifeless touch.
Message responded, At least my touch did not lose the Mpoma Stool.
Drent jumped up and down shouting, I warned you not to say that in public and one day I will rule.
You shouldn't talk when a Headdress Prince is speaking, that calls for a duel.
Stay out of this brother, Message turned around with her finger in Drent's face.
Lady of the Night hollered, We have a Logres Market to get to so we better make haste.

Drent growled and said, My Patriot Knighthood Way has not been assigned, so I guess you guys will have to do.
Breastplate-Bearer said, Thank you for your kind intonment, we welcome the ability to fight with you.
They arrived at the Logres Market and Message whispered, We have to use stealth.
They take Premo-Cartridge Gems as their building blocks for wealth.
Lady of the Night give me your garment, I'll go in to make the barter.
Lady of the Night protested, But why can't I do it, and Message replied Because I'm smarter.
Can't argue with that logic, Dragon-Man grinned and Drent replied, Smart is not part of this whole conversation.
Breastplate-Bearer said, The IsoTrain Mechanism has a shielding mode to hide us in our location.
Okay get ready for anything, Dragon-Man called out and Message be vigilant and cautious.
Drent, prepare the Brackti for Battlefare, they are now aligned with the Federation Forces.
Message gestured and said, I will go in and if I need you I will signal by the Flaretine pen.
Drent retorted, The real question my dear sister is not if you will need us but when!

Dragon-Man and Drent prepared to face off, in a fight one would not survive.
Breastplate-Bearer was grinning from ear to ear, because in these environments he thrived.
Lady of the Night and Message took their positions, and listened for Dragon-Man’s signal.
Then Drent cried out, I want all of them wiped from this forsaken planet, and Message giggled.
What’s so funny, Drent barked, and Message laughed, You will never be good at a Battlefare Intonment.
Brother you were always the one to take the good and turn it into Drent.
Brother! Lady of the Night and Dragon-Man asked in utter shock.
Yeah he is a Dahomeyian and a useless, spoiled chip off the old block.

The Bracti took out their Howitzer-Rockets and Drent said, **** everything that moves!
Lady of the Night fought valiantly, as if she had something to prove.
Message reached out with her Death-Hand and put it into a Bracti’s chest.
By the time she reached the other side, he was a bloodied pulp of a mess.
Dragon-Man tried to get close to Drent, but Bracti were always interfering.
Meanwhile Breastplate-Bearer was fighting strong like a warrior apparent.
Suddenly everyone heard a voice to stop, that was so strong they fell to that command.
Both Dragon-Man and Drent tumbled down together, but they were so weak they could not stand.

Who are you, asked Dragon-Man in a tone enfeebled by this noise that did not destroy.
I am the The Covenantal Project, it replied, The masteress of the Chyrsanium Alloy.
I am the Marshal who presides over the Dragon Power, and called you to the Federation.
Drent, you will be head of the Patriot Knight Way, and fight alongside Dragon-Man.
And why should I obey you, sneered Drent as he got up off of shaken knees.
It is a choice, said The Covenantal Project, but this time choose wisely.
Drent snarled, How can I fight alongside someone I always wanted to decimate?
And Dragon-Man replied angrily, It was not just you, I too fought a long time with hate.
But if this is true, we must put aside our differences and fight as a Federation to be free.
We will either bury our enemies together, or our enemies will bury us separately.
                  
Drent said, See this face, how could I lead a Knight Way of the Federation with these features!
The Covenantal Project said, There is a Nectarskin with healing balm that cure your Injury Fevers.
Message was smiling, Lady of the Night was frowning and Breastplate Bearer was talking to Bractii.
Drent said, Okay, and Dragon-Man whispered, It will be alright, I too would have fought me.
The Dragon-Power were watching the proceedings, and most of them could not have more glee.

Segril of the Dragon-Power was saying, the Federation is fully formed, and now we can Battlefare.
Etil was silent because he did not realize the Covenantial Project would arrive over there.
Dragon-Men asked Drent, So, where is the Logre Markets I heard so much above
Drent said in a hushed tone, They are closed for this Quadrant Rotation because of the Clamant joust.
They take beings from other planets and turn them into Paridiate Gladiators.
We would have to lay low until it is over, because they might take us for later.
Message chirped, O Brother, are you afraid of a little Claimant jousting  because of your youth.
Drent was silent because he knew that his sister’s words were the absolute truth.

The Diablo Robots arrived to Drozen, and one of them asked Please master have mercy.
Drozen snarled, Mercy is for creatures who win, and deserve that right as worthy.
I will not **** you, but you will go to Lavaic Mines to make my weaponry.
Perhaps in the future I will take you and you will be of some use to me.
Etil and the Council of the Faceless Tongues were arguing over the next plan.
Drozen said, I will take care of all of them, Drent, the Federation and Dragon-Man.
The Legate said, I sense a presence that I have not seen a long Realmic span.
Is it Drozen? Asked Dialect, No, it is the someone I actually respects.
The being who spans  against rotations and against spans,  the Covenantial Project.

The Nova Knighthood Way went to the Logre Markets to make a Oediapin Barter.
Message said, I know the Language of Scimita, on our home planet we read Decipherment Charters.
I don’t know what that means but it is worth a shot, Dragon-Man said with a shrug.
Breastplate-Bearer said, We need Fathomless Fuel, Scythe-Daggers, and  Bridleless Stable-rugs
And where are we going to get the money for all these war instruments, Lady of the Night retorted.
Breastplate Bearer growled but Dragon-Man said, We just need their currency where is not important.
They saw at length a traveler with the Nourishless Caravans, and Dragon-Man hollered, Excuse me sir?
We need money in the form of Premo-catridge gems to go and get things from the barter.
The traveler spoke and Message said, You would have to give him something that we have.
Then he will show us the way to get to the Oedipin. barter by a path.
Dragon-Man said, I will give you this card, that was always precious to me.
It is a holographic license of my admittance to become a warrior attorney.
The man took the holographic license, muttered and pointed just beyond.
Dragon-Man pressed a button on his watch, and they left just as Scimita sun’s dawned.

In the distance the man arrived at a tent, and used a Archetype vessel to speak
The Legate, my lord, this man said, The Federation that you are hunting is here to seek.
Where are they headed, The Legate demanded, to the Logre Markets to get puny arms.
You are the Legate with all-Battlefare power, there is no need for alarm.
I will be there soon, and keep track of these Federation Knights carefully.
I don’t need more reinforcements of the Federation to arrive on this planet tree.
Don’t worry my lord, The Man said, I can track them with this holographic license
Their leader was foolish enough to give it to me without a fight, I can tap into its vibrance.
The Legate replied, Make sure that Drozen does not come, I deem this planet mine.
And if you betray me, I will feed you to the Acidic Flames for all time.

Dragon-Man and the Nova Knighthood Way was walking, and suddenly they saw an army.
Are they Friend or foe, Lady of the Night asked, Friendly foes, Message replied calmly.
Dragon-Man walked out and said, We come in peace and do not mean to disturb.
The leader of this army sneered unmoved, There is no commotion at all your weapons are superb.
You are outnumbered and outmanned, lay down all your war instruments.
Message yelled out, We are also out-womaned, and by whom you are sent
The leader took off his helmet, and Dragon-Man was shocked that it was Drent.
Recognize me? Drent snarled, in a voice more snively than usual.
Dragon-Man laughed and said, Well you were never the brightest but now you’re less beautiful.
Drent shouted, I had to come from the Great Beyond because while you left I was stuck in its malady.
So how fitting it is that now you are on a planet where the Isotrain Mechanism cannot beat the gravity.
Is this true, Message whispered to Dragon-Man, as he pressed a button on his wrist.
Dragon-Man whispered back, I don’t know but I don’t intend to die here like this.
When I was born I came out fighting, so now I know only one way to exit.
Drent screamed, You can all suffer for Dragon-Man’s transgressions and die on this planet!
Ready for war, Dragon-Man asked, Message said, He is not Drozen but he will do.
Breastplate-Bearer replied, Drent died in the Great Beyond, he can die on the Scimita planet too.

The Isotrain Mechanism then headed out in the midst of the stars.
Dragon-Man programmed the Matic-pilot to travel just this far.
He then piped up, So what do you think should be our new slogan?
I promise whatever ideas you guys have I will be open.
Breastplate Bearer sat up and spoke, as only he would
If we cannot defend thee, then nobody else could
This fight isn’t our fault but we still go full throttle
You fool Breastplate-Bearer that is not a fitting motto.
Lady of the Night asked, Where is Message I have not seen her in a while
Message came out of the Emerald Latrine with the biggest smile.
Why you grinning, Lady of the Night asked, Message said, Oh I just heard you talking absurd
And mottos, slogans, and anthems are my speciality, my people dabbled in spoken word.
From the depths of the sky to all the realms you know, we are arisen and come.
So Drozen and the Faceless Tongues, those will not end up slain cannot run.
This is the SheTalkman of the Federation, if you did not have evil you’d have nothing at all.
So it does not matter how you will rise or where, because you will together fall.

I’ve never heard of SheTalkman, Dragon-Man said with a wry grin.
It doesn’t sound as good as Breastplate-Bearer, said Breast-plate Bearer’s seated voice scowling.
Message said I guessed now is a good time to say that I am the Federation’s spokesman.
Or spokeswoman, why you Earthlings attach male to everything is one thing I don’t understand
You can’t say mankind without man, Breastplate-Bearer said in a combative tone.
You also can’t pronounce it without kind, Lady of the Night interrupted, So leave her alone.
We are here, Dragon-Man said, relieved to break them up before something bad happened here.
This is an ugly here, Lady of the Night replied as the Isotrain Mechanism shifted to Chaplain gear
Dragon-Man touched his head and then his chest, Message asked, What on earth is that?!
Breast-plate Bearer condescendly said, we are not on Earth anymore, and it is a Bloodstored Chant.
Dragonman replied, There is no Oathed Sacrifice without the Bloodstored Chant and the Laisian oath.
Lady of the Night asked, Do we come for war or peace, and Dragonman said grimly, Both.

Someone was watching Drozen and Dragon-Man headed for a confrontation.
And cursed that the Faceless Tongues did not choose him to battle the Federation.
But he was trapped in the Perishment Cave, and the Faceless Tongues had said.
There will be no peace, until the Federation and Dragon-Power are all dead.
We will choose Drozen, a mercenary who will add Earth to the Conquested Universe.
This being could not protest because he would never be able to get there first.
But through the Foresight Waters, he could see that the Federation was assembling.
The Legate, a voice called out in the darkness of the Acider  Flames to mention
How would we free you, all of our potions are impotent against this fire heat.
The Legate replied, I can stand the heat, but the darkness is too blinding.
Suddenly a dark shadow arrived with beast of burden and said, To rescue you is my assignment.
These are Magaian tiger-hounds, who can eat both the flames and the darkness.
We will then go and make a Scimita barter at the Logre markets.
And why should I trust you, The Legate said as he sat down in the fire.
Because Dragon-Man is the Oathed Sacrifice and he belongs on the altar pier.

What is your name, The Legate asked, and he said, I am Dialect.
I was a Faceless Tongue but they kicked me out because I had no respect.
But in truth, it was the entire council that transgressed against me
And once we finish off Dragon-Man and Drozen, we will go after the Faceless Tongues harshly.
The Legate said, You may proceed, and the Magaian Tiger-Hounds proceeded to eat through.
Dialect took the Legate’s out of the remnant of the Foresight Waters to meet his crew.
Dialect waved his hand and said, These are the brave warriors who live to die for you.
I will be your Warmonger General, and together you will see this is the best decision.
The Legate stepped to the edge of the Hapsumed Mountain and shouted, The Legate is Risen!

Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night were arguing on the way.
You must wear one of the breastplates because you are the Beta knight I say!
Lady of the Night replied, No need for a breastplate, I have my Nebulae garment.
That breastplate is no good for stealth, and one of us would need to creep to confuse
See how  it even has a hood that can show the face of anyone I would chose.
Message interjected, Is this what we have to put up with the whole way to fight Drozen?
Lady of the Night replied, Hush I put the hands of life on you and I can take them off again.
Breastplate-Bearer did not have a care in the world, he went to the back to take a stretch.
Suddenly the Isotrain Mechanism started to go down, and Message screams, We are next!
Dragon-Man cried out Prepare for war! Breastplate-Bearer said We are already there, friend.
He put his hand on Dragon-Man’s shoulder and said, I will be with you to fight until the bitter end.
Dragon-Man shook Breastplate-Bearer then yelled, This is not the end, we will breakthrough.
Message replied, We should be careful when fighting Drozen, the Faceless Tongues can take you.

The Isotrain Mechanism crashed on Asteroid T89, and Lady of the Night asked, Hold our ground?
Dragon-Man replied, It is always best to take the battle to them, when the war is all around.
So Dragon-Man and Breastplate-Bearer took the equipment out and it was fiercesome.
Dragon-Man said, I am the Alpha Knight, with the Abyss Sword, and the Isotrain Mechanism pilot.
Lady of the Night replied, I am the Beta Knight, with the Nike Sling and  the Paroah Chariot,
Breastplate-Bearer intoned, I am the Delta Knight, with the Space-craft Vehicle, a one-man breed
And Message said, We are the Nova Knighthood Way of the Federation, Drozen must bleed.
The rest of them looked at Message as if her world had beings with three necks and two heads.

The Diablo-Robots started attacking, and the Nova Knighthood Way was in it’s first action.
The Abyss Sword starting storing dry lighting and rained it down on Diablo-Robots flashing.
They started to scream that it burns, and Dragon-Man said, I want the bravest ones dead first.
Lady of the Night went up behind a Diablo Robot, and push him off the Asteroid to his worst.
Message used the Hades-Grasp to make sure all of those who reached her felt their last touch.
And Breastplate-Bearer was fighting as if it was his morning commute with no rush.
He yelled out, This is a fine grapple my friends, but the ones were too consumed to respond.
That day the afterlife was filled with Diablo-Robots who went to The Great Beyond.
The battlefield was ****** with Diablo-Robots, and soon they all turned around and fled.
It was the sort of fight situation where the brave were no more and the living envied the dead.

The Isotrain Mechanism has to be fixed, Lady of the Night said with some resignation.
I am the man for this job and all the other ones as well, Breastplate-Bearer said without hesitation.
Soon Breastplate- Bearer fixed it, and they were on their way to their destination.
Drozen, said a shrill voice on the Fathership where Drozen met the Diablo Robots who had trepidation.
This is Etil of the Dragon Power, the Nova Knighthood’s are on their way as my blessing.
I trust that you will give them both a warm welcome and a splendid reception.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was trying to navigate with Lady of the Night playing backseat driver.
Breast-plate Bearer was snoozing at the back, so still he looked not alive.
And Message just hoping that Drozen was there with his head when they finally arrived.

The Isotrain Mechanism was getting ready to go take flight.
When a voice cried out, Don’t leave yet you need me for this fight.
Who are you, Lady of the Night cried, and how do I know I can trust?
What about me, Dragon-Man protested, and Lady of the Night said it’s not you it’s us.
I am the Breastplate-Bearer and it is my life’s fulfillment to be the Delta Knight too.
Because Drozen is coming after all of us and what we love, it is not just you.
I carry the Breastplates for all the Knights of the Federation to carry.
So we must be going on our way soon, we cannot stop or tarry.
Because The War will be the event that will define our generation.
And it for this reason that we are all warrior-soldiers in this Federation.

Dragon-Man said, You speak like one who knows war and does skirmish
Bring the Breastplates to the Isotrain Mechanism so it can be furnished.
Breastplate-Bearer also said, I have a Space-craft Vehicle ready to conquer.
Dragon Man replied, We fight to win, but we carry the battle with honor.
You can handle the Lifeforce-Seeking Missiles as your job on the team.
Suddenly Lady of the Night let out a primal, unladylike hell-scream.

A woman was lying on the ground, and she looked so close to becoming a vegetable.
We need to rebuild her, said Breastplate-Bearer, because she looks so dead and still.
There is no time for chivalry, warned Dragon-Man, and she is too delicate to dismantle.
Lady of the Night said, Move out of my way you two, this is a situation I can handle.
She went to the Isotrain Mechanism and got a suitcase from one of the lockers.
Dragon-Man and Breastplate-Bearer looked at each other shocked that she was a doctor.
Suddenly Lady of the Night put the hands of life on her, and she woke up coughing.
Dragon-Man was about to speak, but caught himself because this does not happen often.
Do you want to join a cause greater than yourself, Breastplate-Bearer said over Dragon-Man’s glare.
It sure would be nice to have another woman on the team, Lady of the Night said over there.
The woman came to, and Dragon-Man saw that next to her was some sort of pamphlet.
He opened it with his watch and it was titled the Coden Battlescream Scroll fragment.

The woman sat up, and Breastplate-Bearer asked, so by what name do men call you?
She said, I am called Message, and I am the official courier for the Dragon-Power too.
I came to bear tidings of evil, but when Drozen first captured me he put in the Pandora load.
That if I ever completed my mission, I was to fall down, die and explode.
Dragon-Man, Message, you are safe with us, and you shall be the Sigma Knight.
Message asked, Can I just ask for one thing when we go and start this fight.
Dragon-Man nodded and Message said with vigor, I want to take Drozen’s head.
Back to the Dragon-Power, because one of them also wants us dead.
So when we get back, we must figure out which of the Dragon-Power turned traitor.
Dragon-Man said, In order to do what you yearn, you will need the Celestial Blade Saber.
Message took the Celestial Blade Saber in her hands, and tears began to form in her eye.
Dragon-Man said, It’s all going to be okay, I would hate to see a pretty woman like you cry.
Message then turned her head and said, I can cry because I am not an Earth woman but a Dahomeyian.
Drozen came to our planet to destroy us, and those he captured he put Pandora loads to shut us in.
I managed to break out, and vowed that if I ever met Drozen, he would meet the Hades-Grasp of the Death-Hand.
But now I am the Sigma Knight, and with the other Knights we serve at your command.

Dragon-Man prepared the Isotrain Mechanism, everyone took position for this journey.
They knew now that this war was not just to fight Drozen, but to take back territory.
On Earth Shark-Devil looked at the Isotrain Mechanism leaving and thought this is opportunity.
With the Fabrix Cloth I will be able to track Dragon-Man’s every move, Shark-Devil said with glee.
But what about the other knights?, Officer Thon said, Shark Devil said This fight is between him and me.

Dragon-Man took the letter from the mailbox and opened it.
When he saw who wrote it, he gasped and had a fit.
It was Drozen, who said I will bring to you The War
On a level your Earthlings have never known before.
You might have the Isotrain Mechanism but I have a machine
No use trying to wake up, because this is not a dream.
Dragon-Man crumpled the letter up and threw it away.
He knew that he had to be ready to fight right now today.
He contacted Lady of the Night on his Galvalar watch.
And told her to get here as soon as possible to this spot.
She came and Dragon-Man prepared to get the Isotrain Mechanism.
Lady of the Night protested, The rest of the team isn’t here or risen.
I hope you would get reinforcements and rethink your decision.
Dragon-Man said, With the Isotrain Mechanism, I will take the war to he
Search for Drozen across the worlds and bring battle to make us free.
The Iso-train Mechanism came, Dragon-Man put the Abyss Sword in the Damocles Stone.
It roared to life, and Dragon-Man proclaimed, Drozen would wish he left us alone!
Lady of the Night parked her Paroah Chariot in it, and now they were ready.
With the Isotrain Mechanism and the Nova Knighthood,  the Federation is deadly.
Lady of the Night took the Elysian Scabbard, this would help to ward off injury.
They searched the skies with the Skycraft scope, looking for their enemy.
Suddenly Lady of the Night screamed, Look at that light headed right towards us.
Dragon-Man turned on the Isotrain Mechanism and said, Engage Supernova drives full ******!
Drozen and Dragon-Man are on a collision course, the universe will bear this battle’s brunt.
Little did Dragon-Man know, one of the Dragon Power was working for the Faceless Tongues.

I spoke about her like the dictionary needed to know her name
So much so
That people teased,
You sure like her
I would get to blushing and stammering
We are just good friends
Who hang out all the time
And talk into the night when the sun refuses to shine
But I’m happy with where we are
Then she said she was going back to school
I hoped that it would not affect our friendship
Friendship?
Is a friendship so vital as to be affected by this.
I hoped not.
Maybe this friendship is more than I thought
And I need to think about what to do next.
But I hope you do well in school
Because I would hate for you to be disappointed.

Someday
I will be both above and below ground.
And both inside and outside of men’s hearts.
When my body is not yet cold.
Someone would use a technology
I could not even fathom now
And retrieve Michael Kusi’s poetry.
Let’s just hope their collection is complete.
They may ooh and aah
They may grimace
They may laugh
They may smile
And at the conclusion
They may collect these writings
And publish them as poetry from this time
For their time
To reflect for future times.
But wonder how one man could write so many times.
Congratulations, Michael Kusi
You have just been Emily Dickerson’ed.
I would tell you all she says hello
From the great beyond.
But there is an open mic in heaven
And I am about to speak.

The professor was speaking
Talking about the three fifths clause
And how blacks could not be seen as completely human
Suddenly a voice cries out
Not even a hand
Or a finger
And says

Professor it should have been sixth- fifths
An extra fifth for what we have to carry for the struggle
Then another fifth for the court system and we have to behave
like the silence is in us
And a final fifth from when we get home from all of that and do shots
The professor was stunned
And said emphatically, Sixth-fifths is inhuman!
The student replies, That is what we have to be to make it
The class was stunned.

If this white tree could only stand and talk.
It would say, I’d be dancing right now if I could walk.
I fought in America’s Independence, and was a tree for snipers
They would sit on me and use me as a platform for aimed fire.
One shot down a general, the other shot at British horsemen
But weren’t those two different battles, The tree replied It’s not Important.
They took parts of me to make the Executive Mansion.
The White House, I said, It replied Son houses cannot be handsome.
They then hit me in the side and made the presidential desk.
I buried my head in my hands because this story sounded a mess.
But the tree continued because in its mind, it was always there.
The one thing that always struck me as always unfair.
I received no mention, garnered no monies for pension.
Even though I deserved to be well-paid for all this tension.
Hey wait a minute, I protested, the White House is further south.
The tree roared, It is the Executive Mansion I tell you to watch your mouth.
Put more respect on the place where our president will reside
Of all the trees that gave themselves, I am the only one that undied.
I yelled, I’m pretty sure that undied is not a word, anymore than Executive Mansion is.
The tree then shed a tear and said, of all the places I know it has the most unprettylessness
I groaned and I wondered how a tree could be so obsessed with a home.
Then I realize that the tree was out here all abandoned and alone.
So I asked, How were you able to make the table that could seat 150 people.
I swear that as the tree talked about triumph it could not have looked more regal.

Psychiatry sat America on the couch
And said Tell me about yourself.
America was referred to by the World Caucus
Who had to stage an intervention
Because they feared for America
America was getting out of control.
Staying out late at night in other countries.
Getting drunk on oil.
People warned, All this oil you like will lead to fire
And burn your chest.
Being told to leave and refusing to do so,
Saying This isn’t colonialism.
This is nation-building
Finally getting kicked out and told never to come back.
Throwing Democratic and Republican Parties alike into a mess.
The world caucus was worried
So they referred them to psychiatry.

America tried to explain itself.
Tried to justify
Saying, I stand for freedom
Psychiatry replied, Maybe it is better to sit down.
America continued
I said in my birth certificate that all men are created equal.
Psychiatry answered
Frowning,
Yes but not blacks
Or women,
Or Native Americans
Or even white men without land.
So that all men, was really all men who fit a certain profile.
What men did you actually mean?
America stammered.
But we changed!
Psychiatry scolded
You needed to have the most awful fight
That nearly destroyed yourself
Killed many of your relatives.
Before you could see those of a darker skin as equal
And even today it is so bad it is called America’s original sin.
But that is neither here nor there.
Continue.

America then waved its hands
Started rocking back and forth
And intoned.
I fought in the War to End all Wars.
Then after that in the most modern war
Then in the Cold War
Then the War on Terrorism
And I never received a piece of land from any of them.
Psychiatry replied in a stern tone- You were not supposed to.
You can’t congratulate yourself on an action you should not have done anyway.
The world applauds your sacrifice.
Now what you are doing is not so much sacrifice
But compulsive behavior.
Because you have been at war so long
You forgot how to make peace.
Be honest, you are not at peace with yourself
Because you cannot fight everyone you have a disagreement with.
And saying this is nation-building
Was the same as calling the Trail of Tears relocation.
Slave-owners Mistaken Founding Fathers
The Civil War The War between the States
And religious discrimination- the rightful exercise of war power.
Don’t you see that the relabeling you have done to yourself
You have exported to the world.
But the world will not put up with it.
So what are you going to do.
America said, I might need a follow-up session.
Psychiatry said, Good.
© 12 minutes ago

I was so bad at jumping
I could not even jump to conclusions
So it was bad from the jump
Reaching eluded me
I could not reach a decision.
Let alone reach for the stars
But I sure could bite
My bite was worse than my bark
Too bad I only bite my tongue.
They told me love is blind.
I said it had eyes in the back of its head
Then they asked, What did anything you say before,
Have to do with love?
I replied, Love is what makes us jump out of bed.
And also, I said with a wink, love is what makes us jump into bed.
They murmured, Okay.

They told me
You are worth your weight in gold.
I replied
Thanks for you kind words
Good thing I carry a lot of weight
You might need to go to Fort Knox
To pay me what I’m worth.
So pack up the bags and prepare the cars
And make sure you have a lot of gas.
They asked, But don’t you want to take an airplane.
I told them, I want them to see me coming
And going in laughter
All the way to the bank.

They took his body down.
With the roughest of hands.
Took out the nails from his wrists
Removed the crown from his hair.
Oh no our Lord God, they took his body down dead.
Some thought, He could have been someone great
If he only would have stuck to carpentry.
How fitting that one who spent their life working with wood
Would die on a cross, made of wood.
The cross was messy.
The cross was filthy
The enemies came to examine it and thought it was disgusting.
They thought to discard it
Because they thought what good is a cross filled with blood

Then the enemies of God stepped back
And announced, We are gathered here today to bury a man.
They said he was King of the Jews
Now he is King of the Dead
It was a eulogy given by those who despised him.
Those who wanted him dead
There were also mourners.
The disciple who Jesus loved, now had to take care of Mary.
She could not be comforted.
Like Rachel at Jesus’ birth, she would not be comforted.
Because she was the modern Rachel
But instead of dying in childbirth.
She had to watch her grown son die on the cross.

They asked for people who knew him to speak
Peter came up and gripped the pulpit
So hard you could see the insides of his hands on his hands
Shaking so much he could not control himself
His head was bobbing up and down
Peter wailed, I betrayed him!
Because I thought I could be stronger than I was
I wanted to stay by him
But I feared exposure
I feared death
I feared that he might be right about who I really was.
So I did not speak
I pray he is in a better place
Because my life will never be the same.
There was intermittent clapping.
Peter cried out, Stop, stop!
You are all hypocrites!
You killed an innocent man!
We are all guilty!
God forgive us all!

The enemies said, Now is the time for the wake
I know that normally the wake is before the funeral
But we have to view the body
That never rose again.
Everyone got up to look at where Jesus body lay
But there was no body
No body.
It was bodiless.
And the enemies were mystified.
How could there be a ****** cross
And no body.
Unless……
Mary and Peter grinned
There was hope

The enemies thought in horror
He said that his body would be raised in three days
They asked a servant, What day is it
The servant replied, The third day.
Oh no.
The enemies started to run around frantically
One yelled out, This cant be happening!
We must escape!
Then someone walked in
The people did not even hear the doors open
And the enemies of Jesus gasped.
Some were pale
Some said I can’t breathe
Others fainted.
That someone was Jesus

Jesus walked to the front.
And told them, This funeral is over.
Because by the blood of the cross
There is redemption.
You thought you threw the cross away
But now everyone who believes in me
Will pick up the cross and live for me.
Don’t look for someone's dead body
Because I am alive.
You wanted to bury God
And put me in the grave
Then all of the followers stood proudly.
Jesus waved his hand across the aisles
Here is my Body.
Broken for above.
No grave can bury it.
Jesus then turned and left the funeral proceedings
And the disciples walked out in confidence
Ready to tell the world the good news.

The Dragon Power told Dragon-Man, we must start to  form the Federation.
Drozen is on his way, and is coming to destroy by annihilation.
As Dragon-Man he knew he had to find the Lady of the Night
Because she would vital for the Federation’s ultimate fight.
The only problem was that Dragon-Man did not know where to locate her.
He went to his house and thought, The search can continue later.
Suddenly the light turned on, and the Lady of the Night was there frowning.
So you would be in this fight without me after I rescued you, she said hounding.
Dragon-Man looked closer and saw that she was only clowning.
You know that I could not fight without you, Dragon-Man said with a grin.
And the best part is, you already are armed with your own weapon.
Lady of the Night observed, But there are two other weapons, and you have one hand.
Dragon-Man replied, I will recruit others for this Gloryless Cause but I will be in command.
Because this Gloryless cause needs the Oathed Sacrifice to fight.
I'll take on this burden to save, Drozen wants to put out the light.

Lady of the Night said, We can use the Paroah chariot as our battlecraft ride.
Dragon-Man wondered how the Paroah chariot would work with a fighting team inside.
Suddenly they were in the Dragon Tower, and the Dragon Power said we have to say.
That your collective powers together form the Nova Knighthood Way.
The Federation is made up of various Knighthoods to fight against this dire day.
The powers you have now are not enough to fight Drozen in his quest.
So we decided to fashion together a team that would have power to contest.      
Dragon-Man, you will be the Alpha Knight, and pilot the Isotrain Mechanism.
Lady of the Night, your power is the Beta Knight, you will be in charge of the Gem Prism.
But what about the rest of us, Dragon-Man asked the Dragon-Power with surprise.
You must search for them, and remember, you cannot rely on just your eyes.
Dragon-Man woke up in his room, and sighed because he had a hearing.
It was at the end of the day, so when he went to work he knew Joe  would be jeering.
As Dragon-Man drove to work, he thought that he had forgot something.
Little did he know that an entity was not there, but it was coming.

Drozen stood before the Council of the Faceless Tongues, kneeled before
He was the Commander of the Numberless Clans, and knew his superiors.
The Prefector murmured, you said with great confidence Earth was dealt with.
The Dragon Power and Dragon-man proves that your speech was myth.
Drozen replied, My liege, I was conquering other worlds to isolate the Earth rock.
Because to allege that I cannot subdue little Earth would be the worst talk.
The Prefector sneered, Maybe we need the Legate to acquire this oceaned planet.
And send you to a realm that is more manageable as a colonized hamlet.
Drozen urged, Not at all my Lord, I will make sure that the deed is done.
And by the end of my warmonger, there will be no doubt who has won.
I don’t want any interference, just let me leave and give me clearance
You are the Council of the Faceless Tongues, and I bow to you tyrants.
The Prefector motioned, Very well prepare your Diablo-Robots and go vanquish.
But be warned that if you cannot conquer this Earth rock, you will be banished.
The Drozen left muttering, I must destroy this Dragon Power and Dragon Man.
As the Drozen teleported to the Alieno-Mechanism, he called on the Numberless Clans.
Dragon-Man on Earth felt uneasy, he knew someone was coming in defiance.
But he could not face this threat alone, Dragon-Man knew he would need an alliance.

He went to the fast food restaurant
And made his order
In front of some very impatient people.
The cashier said Would you like a slice of apple pie?
It is complimentary with the order
He said, No, no.
I would want an apple pie
But take out the caramel filling
We are not at a carnival
Throw away the sugar
I don’t need that negative energy in my life
And take off the crust

The cashier replied
Somewhat shocked
So basically you want an apple?!
He said, no, no,
You heard me wrong
Because you never seen a man like me on a mission.
The apple pie should have no skin
Because I have no skin in this game
Give me all the apple pies you have
Bring all the boxes with apple pies in them
Minus the filling
Minus the crust
I know what must be done
And I am the only one brave enough to do it.
She said, I’m sorry we can’t do that
We cannot help you
She said under her breath
But I think you need help.
He took his food and left.
Everyone else around wondered what must be done
And if they were brave enough to do it.

My essence is the second twin, the words in scripture, and the slaves savaged.
In other words, I came to the world by the middle passage.
My skin black like ebony, it lacked the ivory webbery of Spiderman
They thought skin should be dyed and I said it would be you died with no chance.
People say they want to travel to learn themselves but they end up going nowhere
In some ways its like seeing the doctor, they don’t really want to go there.
They get physical because they don’t wish to take a geneology physical.
It is probably mystical, but it is better than thinking ancestry is all from  colony visceral.
But they check up famous people from the past, the ones who said we are free at last.
And then decide they can read a little more with their breakfast.
To get a greater appreciation of their heritage, and to know what was done.
Because to keep on achieving, we have to know what was lost and won.

They want to arm teachers.
I would rather pay teachers
But they replied they would pay teachers to carry arms.
But I sneered that they would ignore teachers who come with open arms
To receive pay.
You cannot convince me that a teacher should only be paid more
If they take up arms.
And if teachers are to play  police
To police our children
Does that mean the role of children in the classroom changes too?
Would teachers be more instructors or security guards?
I don't know how anyone would be able to do both equally well.
It would be like someone being both judge and baliff.

The sad part is if they ask for a pay raise for any other reason
Such as I need to keep up a standard of living
They say we can’t afford it.
But we can’t afford to skimp on education.
They risk their lives every day
To do what is most essential for our society
Teach our kids.
We have people who can protect them.
The teacher's role is uniquely bestowed.
But you add guns to the equation
It makes it more of a battle.
And not one thats adds up.
The violence might multiply
Because more guns cross the divide between teacher and student.
It is said that the teacher’s unions are the problem.
If there was no teacher union there would not be advocates at all.
Because if these people complaining did not talk out of both sides of their mouth
They really would not be able to talk at all.

I said I am through
This is so painful for me to say
I am sorry for doing this
All the missed calls and texts
I saw your attitude and it shocked me.
You said that I had changed, I said you didn’t know me.
We would yell in our conversations, but no one would win.
You was acting suspicious, and you were not that same person I met.
I thought that you were not where you said you would be
I worried you would get more comfort in the arms of someone else
As a form of revenge
But it was not me
I thought that I was going insane
I blamed you
Because I could not look at the person in the mirror.
The truth has escaped this situation
You know what you did
What is this paper
A separation agreement.