Barkhan Charge

Here we are. We giants swim, between the eyes of the deep. Our spirits collide, intertwined. His right-hand man, an empty vessel. A trooper in command, know nothing but to serve. A ten thousand year march. Where will we sleep, when will we sleep? In the soil we lie. Dense, with fear In the soul we lie. In the soul we lie, numb and deprived, No structure binds us. Awaiting the smile of a king, A passing glimpse of night and day, Gives us a sign, we prevail. Holding on. No man or beast will slow us on our climb, Holding on. Onward away from violent birth, Into another realm. Moving on. (I guess I'm moving on)