So now is it time to pray
for life
As crown is placed upon fate
And whispers enter every ear
Now is it time to open lids
circulated by lashes that carry weight from exhaustion
A prize, a prize
Of light
such sight
and palms sweat from wait
and patience
and of suffering
But who is the one to remain a spy
and to remain to try
and to remain to lie
Upon a tower where truth is spoken
and fabric is flown
Because now with eyes
the brain is ready
but body may need more time
Interruption
Hour has passed
slowly
but fast paced to the mind
And now iris senses
the cautious stream of vision
a black flag
and death.
