The end of the beginning prt. i - conceiled silence

As the army comes into view.
Anticipation overcomes me.
We have come to the end of our journey.
Approaching the calling point all grows silent.

The Silence...

There is no life...There is no sound.
Placed within an interstice of existence..Quietness.
In between all dimensions of time..Bleakness.
No Air, no movement...no ringing in the ears.

The collective need to travel has faded.
And the clutch of my spiritual chain has released.
Absence of mortal existence is disorienting.
In my haven of black now our home.

Surroundings are gone, Nothing to see but the others.
Muscles twitch with a violent lust for action.
A void of blackness envelops all...a sphere of darkness
To fight our war...There is nothing..everything is nothing.

With the same desire in all our minds...
I feel powerful..Feeding on their wants of indulgence.
A unity of power forces my ability for sorcery
to heighten and move to my finger tips..

Fists clenched with animosity
The closer we come to dawn this war
Familiar appearances of beast like soldiers
Identifyingly marked asperser
Appear in the distance in numbers so vast
Void of reluctance...pure avidity for blood...
Horrific intentions through the minds of all
Without hesitation we aggress

It has begun...