[Seymour BUTTS]

Crescendo of Mars! Welcome to the sack of a city
during this savage, social wintertime for Maximus Leohny.
Prince disguised as a beggar - buckle up and pass him a penny,
in the city of Ufon Clux; he'll ravage you plenty.
Death of a father, death of a brother - the death of a son
Sonicklor, the king of Ufon had left him to run
scabbed heart, partially healed holds the lessons he's won -
as power morphs his Spartacus coup: the quest has begun.


Max leaps and seems to float to the merchant's rooftop
his grey cloak, billows ragged over the fervent hoopla.
Surveying the scene: swords and light lancers sever and sear
an undulating mass, grey vs black, dismember their peers.
and twenty stone throws away - the enemy's center is near
Standing strong, Max unhooded with a whistle to his lips...
gives the deafening clarion call - he'll bless 'em with a kiss
Grey cloaks fall to glowing gold -
and Sonicklor's men are sent to the abyss.


Ready to siege the fort of near unbreakable Phrobodinis Clay
Maximus steps swift to a crowd where a girl, sobbing is raped;
lightning fast - his swords take the head of Plotinus Play
and bearing teeth, whispers..."that isn't the Andromedus way."
Grinkor, shamed, steps forth with blood clotted on his face
Max's head swivels..."We'll do it later - demolish all the gates."
Phrobodinis Clay...strengthened by life force, evil or good -
Its entry price? A thousand men - it turns people to wood.


The clay melts to spiral stairs, black, that curl to a roof
stepping past Grinkor trees, facing Soniclus' burliest group.
Threescore Doublemen - the Galactice Front's strongest of troops
await Maximus (five thousand strong) to kill, wander and loot.
From a distance - light lancers strike! Any normal men would be killed
the Doublemen wear deformed masks - they're frenzied and thrilled;
bounding fifty yards at a time, they're bent for the kill,
air twirling with light scimitars, their penchant is real
for hours, the battle rages...then the tension is still.


Sonicklor steps down the spiral steps smiling with venemous eyes,
holding the staff of Ufon Clux - his ten strongest henchmen alive.
The blood red Sun - oscillates and drenches the sky
only hearing echoes...the ring of the dead and their cries.
Just Maximus left, bleeding from his head and his sides
guess he couldn't handle Sonicklor and his evilest might...
but as hope wanes, he takes out the golden beetle of life
Gold whistle, cocoon shaped for upheaval tonight
shaking with blood cracked lips, he invokes the powerful, primevalish light
when Sonicklor and his men vanish - deceased in the night.

The ages cover the broken steps. Death and trauma's irrelevant,
as children play on a field, in harmony with the fauna and elements
Evil's still one or two epochs away -
on the other side of joy and Nirvana's benevolence.



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