Sieged
None saw when it came
Only knew that it was there
Now fear chokes them
As they wait in their homes
For the bells to ring
And the men to shout.
But they don’t come.
So they wait
And wait
Until they can wait no more.
Seized
They wait for his word
In the palace, on its steps.
Their swords grow rusty
But still he does not speak.
The men are restless.
They ache for war.
Yet they wait
And wait
Until they can wait no more.
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Laurel Dreyers
I write Sci-fi, fiction, poetry, and horror. Some of my favorite books are the Lunar Chronicles, Agatha Christie mysteries, and the Sherlock Holmes memoirs.
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