Prologue Poetry in Motion in AXE: Eve of Judgment #1
‘Twas the night before Judgment Day, and plots were a-brewing. Look! Stuffy old Domo, and sly grinchy Druig. The bomb was sent to Krakoa with care, In hopes of a genocide, right then and there. Phastos was nestled all snug in th’Exclusion, With visions of torture and nuclear fusion. When what to my wondering eyes…
