In the meantime
I'll sit here
and I'll pray
it is the patience
imbued upon my life
as a crow
when evening light
takes a bow
and night spreads silent wings
in comfort
of your impending demise
I'll stay awake
just to see your closed eyes
before I partake
of a sumptuous meal
in your dark world.
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