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
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