Rise of the Empress - White Empress

It might have looked like smoke to those who hadn’t been There but it was stea

Steam rising from the still wet wounds of the fallen Scattered across the fields

It mingled with the collecting dew and filled the air with A rank pungent aroma

The smell of a new era.

The warrior stirred managed to get to his knees and then Pushing with an iron

hand on the dank ground to his feet His eyes scanned the scores of dead

searching for his Weapon

A smile crept across his face.

Strong victorious he strode to the edge of the wood

All along the treeline first one here then one there a new Member of the new

race emerged

They nodded to each other knowing this was the dawn they’d Waited for

The marriage of man and machine had birthed them into a Future where they held

within them all the capacities of Both.

Against the rising sun a silhouette loomed and he knelt at Her feet

He turned his face up and swallowed his knee-jerk revulsion To her monstrous

flesh.

Aluminum coils laced through her skin held her form Together here and there the

sacrifice she had coldly made To achieve majesty

All color had left her except for the Dried clots of blood Which clung

insistently to the holes Left by the stoic Stitching begging her to remember a

humanity she had Marshaled a mortality she’d eschewed

The ink pools of her eyes surveyed her subjects as one by One they bowed before

her.

Her glittering irises assessed

Them counted them dismissed them

What she’d done had been for the cause not them

If they proved loyal they might live to see the third moon

If not only the warrior would be spared.

Wiping the last of the battle sweat from her lips she took His weapon and

knighted him the first the last the best Into the reign of the white empress.