Waiting

I knelt in the valley of kings
I saw the sun go black
And here I wait
Until my flesh feeds maggots
Until my bones turn to dust
Yet here I wait for you
I stared across the blood-soaked fields
I saw with the ravens eye
And here we will meet
Until the great beast drowns the world
Until the moon turns to blood
Here I will meet you
I sat in the great halls
We laughed like brothers
Here we embraced like kinsman
Until the beast picks the marrow from our bones
Until the rivers run dry
Here I will embrace you
I stand upon the field of battle
Alone
And I wait
Here I wait for you
These places I wait
These places we met
These places we embraced
Because you are not here
I will continue to wait
About the Creator
Iago Black
I have written stories all my life. Many short stories, some erotic, even a few poems! I have never shared them before, but I am glad I found this site! Please feel free to browse my stories, I will try and post new ones every week!



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