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"Destination: New Covenant" 

When we arrived
at our destination,
the place they called
"New Covenant",
we were assigned 
fresh armour.

we thought the war 
left long and far behind us;

of course, 

our ranks had changed,
but our allegiance 
for saving contracts
in the between worlds place
was much to our disbelief,
swiftly locked in again.

we were, one must admit
with good humour -
hell-bent, resigned. 
Our redeployment
steadfast, some considered
insane, we had no time 
to complain.

we, were told to 'man-up'
this was our mission -
so we, the perceived 
fallen, unsubtle yet,
viably courageous,
remained 
stoically aligned.  

"Karma is a b**ch",
the untainted remaining 
flaunting their immunity
from return, watching
in their safe sectors 
playing their harps, 
all chimed. 

We saluted, 
smiled back at them,
and sardonically
flipped the birds -
we weren't 'tweeting'.
switched on, we were,
in our protection.

Light suits 
full commando wings
on display, 
we boarded the 
supersonic getaway
and at the helm, 

The Firm's leader, 
the No. 1 Honcho,
the Big Cheese,
the Chief-in-Command 
delivers us from...
well, you know the story - 

His rank 
is very well deserved
earned by blood, 
sweat and tears. 
Worthy of respect -
over us, he has many years, 
seniority, experience.

His instructions
are ultra clear, 
some might say,
religious. He's our,
lead stag, we follow, he steers.
He declares, commanding, 
loud and sincere,

"Buckle up Legion.
The last battle.
Victory to all.
God speed.
Burning entry 
by clouds.
Bury your fear."


(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)

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