The Union of the Prophet

So the rain is falling now.        
Thoughts are like a cascade over the delicate mainframe of the mind    
and a little one of those rainbows in the sploosh of ocean waves against a speeding boat.        
           
King Muhammad was the father of Indigo.        
But Indigo        
is a story for the wind to heal by and by the roll of the meta-meta dice.        
           
The kingdom was prosperous.        
Before the 34 years of Civil War consummated way down yonder        
with Liberty's torch slipping into the West Atlantic, her hand still gripping on.        
But that was another day.        
Of course it wouldn't last too long        
when a beast in the East        
grew into the West, metastasizing like children in a third world country.        
           
Then, everything was suddenly quiet.        
Nationalists in every country wanted a king, a chief, and Democracy        
and political parties        
and strings of parallel consciousnesses        
were baggage,        
and Aristotle's love of Monarchy and evil eye for Democracy resurged.        
What is the use of conflicting voices when we use them to destroy each other?        
           
"You're walking a mile with sand in your shoes. The age of Republics has been tested and tried and fallen        
like a dead bird from the sky," Adviser Nebuchadnezzar warned the dreamy-eyed king.        
           
He wondered about Republics. But he could never find his Torah for guidance        
when everyone knows your name        
at the Council seat.        
All across it stands the same.        
           
This spontaneous vanishing of hardcore scholastics began when that America fell.        
They say it's the Spirit of Democracy bending the light poles and phone lines to the earth of mating frogs        
to see a slimy creature love        
and hear its catcall sounds,        
the only way to vote for yourself and your antagonist        
and have both live in the same bottle of society        
on the same shrunken sailboat...        
           
Azure's father was John the Minister.        
He travelled around the Union of the Prophet converting the country from Muslim to Evangelical Christian.        
           
Maroon,        
son of divorce, named by the soil of the earth,        
was at the beginning of the history he'd tell        
other than loneliness after reaching puberty and wanting to be married sincerely if he could snag a someone,        
a collegiate scholar,        
never finishing college because he merely pocketed the right to learn.        
           
Writing poetry books until he had enough to maybe live comfortably,        
and got into politics becoming city councilman,        
then, state councilman,        
one day discovered for his relativistic flexibility,        
to advise the King Muhammad of the Union of the Prophet that had to deal with the ends of the earth.        
           
This psychi edifice cracked when Maroon couldn't win over a woman named Dahlia,        
the enchantress that locked him up in his own mind        
(when he became a rerun of Merlin        
for how the wizard was trapped by the Lady of the Lake under stone        
that he had intertwined with his heart vessel        
inside)        
and began to grow poppy and mushrooms in the King's Forest        
until he could believe that he saw the color of people's auras.        
           
Thus, as adviser to the king, he named Muhammad's son after his own idea of the child's aura color, Indigo.       
Another theory equipped with this one is that as a child he was teased for a name like a color and so smote his revenge by naming royalty by colors...        
           
Azure-        
his father was John the Minister who converted the country from Muslim to Evangelical Christian.        
Even king Muhammed went to his services.        
           
John the Minister knew of Maroon        
and enjoyed his light        
though it was part artificial from the drugs.        
For adoration of him, he allowed Maroon to name his children.        
It would be Azure, the boy,        
and one of these girls, Sapphire.        
This is what he understood of their "auras".        
           
John was made into a king by devote Christians in the east where his ministry first behooved support.        
He declined, but his hand was forced,        
and he could sense the darkness that was to come        
though he smiled of salvation        
when young Indigo would hear him from the pew.        
           
Muhammed didn't want to lose his kingdom, so he renamed his kingdom "Union of the Messiah".        
Loyalists and Muslims from the Old Age stayed with his kingdom.        
           
He tried to make peace, and gave his pure daughter, Sapphire, to Indigo        
while the others lived like whores        
for reasons I can hardly comprehend.        
But they be lonely of a father who can be still at home        
and not travel        
even for the "Good News".        
           
Peace was almost made until Anti-Government terrorists filled with poisonous gas the room where the kings and their wives and Old Age politicians met.        
Then their sons took reign immediately.        
           
Azure became a banisher,        
filling Indigo's kingdom with refugees        
of all unholy sorts.        
But Indigo loved his people, all of them.        
A country couldn't run without a single one.        
           
Maroon took to Indigo, found a similar story with him and became his adviser        
while Azure aided himself with a stalwart Christian militant.        
           
But the rupture...        
it deliquified trade throughout the region,        
and the kingdom State of the Savior        
and        
Union of the Messiah        
refused to deal with each other.        
           
There was no gold in the land,        
but at the dawn of the new secession        
excavators found a stone the size of an elephant.        
It could be sold to rebirth any country.        
They began to call it by its looks,        
the Scarlet Gem.