Justice Lune

He is scratching.
He can no longer be contained.
Claws digging through the fleshy prison.
He wants full authority, again.

I have to compromise, one last time.
But thankfully, for all the right reasons.
I have to prevent his demise, one last time.
It's not his fault he's so overtaken.

He hasn't been here in so long.
He hasn't missed any second of this.
He just knows what needs to be done.
And Goddamnit he's going to do it.

So I am not stepping down,
but we are working together.
I see his value now.
I need him with me.

He will lead this victory.
So with that, please welcome,

Justice Lune.
The world's greatest Selenophile.
Guiding the night knights out into battle.
And he holds the matches.

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