| It might have looked like smoke to those who hadn’t been There but it was stea
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| Steam rising from the still wet wounds of the fallen Scattered across the fields
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| It mingled with the collecting dew and filled the air with A rank pungent aroma
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| The smell of a new era.
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| The warrior stirred managed to get to his knees and then Pushing with an iron
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| hand on the dank ground to his feet His eyes scanned the scores of dead
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| searching for his Weapon
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| A smile crept across his face.
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| Strong victorious he strode to the edge of the wood
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| All along the treeline first one here then one there a new Member of the new
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| race emerged
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| They nodded to each other knowing this was the dawn they’d Waited for
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| The marriage of man and machine had birthed them into a Future where they held
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| within them all the capacities of Both.
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| Against the rising sun a silhouette loomed and he knelt at Her feet
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| He turned his face up and swallowed his knee-jerk revulsion To her monstrous
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| flesh.
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| Aluminum coils laced through her skin held her form Together here and there the
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| sacrifice she had coldly made To achieve majesty
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| All color had left her except for the Dried clots of blood Which clung
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| insistently to the holes Left by the stoic Stitching begging her to remember a
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| humanity she had Marshaled a mortality she’d eschewed
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| The ink pools of her eyes surveyed her subjects as one by One they bowed before
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| her.
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| Her glittering irises assessed
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| Them counted them dismissed them
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| What she’d done had been for the cause not them
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| If they proved loyal they might live to see the third moon
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| If not only the warrior would be spared.
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| Wiping the last of the battle sweat from her lips she took His weapon and
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| knighted him the first the last the best Into the reign of the white empress. |