Voices From...The Wall

In the silent night only purple flash
running the dark sky
I'm going to the Wall
That's rising in great distance.

This Wall is made of Centuries stones
Only I know her secrets
Bones fragments - dotted around
I see my life and holding breath.

The Unknown Ones walking around me
their eyes glowing, their mouth grin
they talk to me with unknown language
I would like Stop it, but I must going . . .

I hurry to the Wall, flying like wind
Mystery Power driving me forward
I'm Apocalyptic - Horseman
And this Wall is my Goal !
Is it Wall of Death ?
Is it Wall of Life ?