And then, just when things looked bleakest for the Union, the soldiers heard a thundering bellow erupt from just behind them. They turned to witness the miracle--it was Abe Lincoln, riding high atop his mighty war-toad, clutching the fabled Trident of Poseidon. The legendary pole-arm was alive with St. Elmo's fire and ready to taste blood. Lincoln threw back his head, letting loose one final battle shriek, which exploded a nearby Confederate into chunks, then flew into a organ-shredding battle-frenzy, vanquishing the Confederate Army within minutes, and eventually leading the Union to victory in the Civil War.
