he lay in wait
his failing hands
numbed feet
loosened muscles
fatigued famished
feverish
waiting for her highness
miracle mystery mystic,
her benevolence.
she counted the days of misery
hoping for an end
looking forward to better times
torn between hope and hopelessness
yet hopelessly hoping
miracle mystery mystic,
her kind glance.
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