A Living Shadow by Sierra White
I wait
In the shadows—illusive, unseen. Not a single shard of light
Penetrates my sanctuary.
I wait
For the moment. The inevitable coming
Of my wrath.
I wait
As time passes. I do not lament the loss;
Seconds are trivial.
I wait
With my cloak of darkness. Determined to quench
My insatiable desire.
I wait
For his arrival. This condemned man
Fated to perish by my blade.
I wait
Wearing a formidable mask. One of pain and anger
And sorrow.
I wait
With discontent in my heart. My mind chants the verse:
He is late.
I wait
Filled with contemplation. Liberation from his body
Will abate his destruction.
I wait
Feeling my patience wane. Like the illustrious moon
Covetously crossing the sky.
I wait
And he appears. My blade screams for blood;
The darkness slips from my shoulders.
I have waited long enough.