"Endellion ended the pending rebellion,
Felling the dissident engine with pendant.
A literal engine, mechanical skeleton,
Concept of clockwork on hope too dependent..."
Endellion fought for the orderly habitude,
Gritting her attitude always to hinder
The errant adherence to mutinous aptitude--
Crimson anemic was treachery ender.
That hair was like blood from the ruby leviathan,
Liquid so vividly able to dictate
The movement of hearts, be they small or gargantuan.
Flowing of follicle stunned whom would spectate.
But beauty was tiny compared to tenacity
Stringing her sinew, imbuing with vigor.
No matter the size of idea or entity
Her grip on canon would force it to rigor.
"...the necklace spread light in a mystic geometry,
Scoring the air with a photo-form monster.
The multi-prong mass made of maces and elegy
Sundered machine in a fall law would sponsor."