The collective  Queens of Space
were helpless in all this. Medusia
was on the moon, a satellite of the earth
which was embroiled in an all out
war between the various planes.
Light was at war with dark; red
with yellow and green with blue._
The sea raged against the land
and fire burned the sky. It was no
longer even man against man,
as that had been settled by generations
of violent overthrow and punitive
order. Man had crushed his own
civilization under its own weight;
building factories to make          bricks
to build more factories to make
more bricks to build more  factories.
The last invasions  hadn’t gone well.
The aliens hadn’t counted on savage
ghost fighters who could appear any
place at any time and inflict far  more
damage than anticipated by  anyone.