Crowbar Crusade

Daily Poetry

A pivotal moment, started on that fateful tram in the heart of New Mexico,
a long ride revealing a civilization of scientists and government contractors, buried under its depths.

Forbidden technology,
a gold crystal – a toy of grand hubris,
the epicenter of a cascading catastrophe.
Worlds colliding in neon green and orange energies, displacing fauna from worlds beyond.

Fathers and sons perished by green lightning in one corner, desperate to flee into the hands of those who’d rather greet them with burning lead.

Men in camouflage, mobilized to hide cataclysmic failures, warring not only against the denizens of the border world, but against our own.

A modern knight, wielding his red painted steel is all that stands between humanity and its complete annihilation.

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