Burning

The King watches his bride in silence, burning in rage.

Enemies surround and torment her, never stopping age after age.

She cries out in her pain, begging him to return.

But he holds back; patience holds his sword,

When he could crush her enemies with a single word.

Longingly, she waits for him, knowing that he will return.

Once again, the anger of the King will burn,

But not yet – she must endure the suffering a little longer.

Meanwhile, his invisible presence consoles her; he dries her tears.

He draws near and his tender voice comforts her through the years.

But one day, he will no longer hold back.

He will swoop down upon her enemies and ruin their deadly attack.

He will not let her suffer forever under the power of her enemies.

Their enemies will not stand against him when he returns.

Again the angry King burns.