Black Eagle

They called her multimedia, my first whore. A blog here, a song there, a tapestry
of art woven in the manner of the times, on the internet. But who was she and why was she so deep and dark... and beautiful. It is for no other reason that she is the source of our lore, of Ethiopia the endless river that details the details of our perfection in black... and green ... and effervescent yellow... the glow of god... of gold... of glory... of black gods... of black kings and queens... and sages...and pages, but of one man, a Knight in the Church of England, with the authority of the Ghost of He who was the Christ, who overtook the world in a singular fashion...
...
Then reigned supreme forever.
I am Black Eagle.
"Arisen."