An army, of untold numbers
barracks at the base.
Moving upward and onward,
deftly marching up the mountain.
Rushing, Rushing. Steady Pace.
Ready to be liberated, unleashed.
Traveling through that infinite space
at the urging of the Head Master
Charging, rushing to the ever after,
a phenomenal cosmic race.
What's out there, still unknown
But always onward, onward, faster, faster - In first place.
The soldiers, uniforms alabaster,
reach the top of that mountain,
their explosive coup de grace.
One by one, they take that perverse Leap of Faith
Arcing through the ether - shooting out from hiding place.
Their favourite distance to traverse
between dark and light - hope they make it safe.
And keep the battle raging for the human race.