Burial Grounds and Sleeping Giants

A kingdom without a King A nation with no aim Politics and cathedrals, useless and forsaken Palisades and trebuchets, empty and lame Where is the King, the ruler, the leader? Where is the body, the counsel, the queen? Buried deep beneath the hallowed halls Tombs and crypts containing dormant energy Sleeping and waiting, stuck in stubborn rest Sealed inside, locked, dreaming to be set free A lion, an inferno, a phoenix, a supernova A juggernaut in stasis, needing to believe Even now, opposing armies breach the boundaries The walls stand tall, even as the gates lay under siege Soon the moment will come to rise or fall Those from within must burst forth, for the throne sits empty, ready to sieze The time for inaction is over, the results are plain If limbo continues it's tragic reign, nothing will change