The Monster & the Machine: The Monster's Prophecy (IV)

"Do you understand now?"

Its fangs dripped with my glints of dawn as we sat in the
     winter's silence

"Are you still now? Are you obsidian?"

I feared we would regret this; with our heartless futures and
     unspoken songs

"We will live enough."

But what of the Astrologer's prophecy?

"I am your eternity. I am your prophet."

I meandered and meditated and mourned for our
     decimated carnations

"Your carnations, not mine. I will make you a king."

The Monster circled me stalking my words and my wants and my
     imagined destinies

"Are you obsidian?"

And it stretched forth a talon riddled claw

With all my fighting will I could not deny the neon pigments
     shown through a Kryptonite God

"Do you understand now?"

Here the tales of EveryCity were told

Here is where the EveryColor was born

Iridescence was us

"All the god and universe you could dream of..."

So I flailed out a hand, all rotten with apathy and intellect

And the Monster gripped it feverously with prophetic knowledge
     of black days

Throwing up my limb, stripped naked, the Monster declared
     new order

"All hail."

The Monster fused with me and vindicated my birth and became
     my father

                                                                       Spring had come.