The Wait

Seven behind
To break and shape the heart
Never denied
Given, taken
Brought to life

Enter eight
The one to wait
Through uncertain days

Her King, defends
And love it bends
Maybe breaks
With peace above
Below the snakes
Eastern contest
Jealousy detest

In time there exists but one choice, no fate

Nothing else, To Wait

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