Pulsar Colony - Protection of the Hammer

As I climb the trail to a higher elevation
The breeze is soothing
The water below laps against the rock
A golden sky fused with deathly grey
Creates a pale glow
The giants are hiding
In the caves across the beach
Cultivating the strength
Of their forefathers
Personifications
Of fertility, of war, of protection
We’ve lost them
The hammer no longer shelters us
They are eternal
They bless those
Who seek them out
In the dead silence of these woods
I stand alone
Looking down upon the river valley
Across the forested hills and rocky walls
The hill-top clearing on the horizon
Caresses me from a distance