Waiting - -

They sit there waiting

Once vicious, now dormant

Waiting

They feast, they dance

They praise their God above

Yet, they still wait

Waiting for the fighting

Waiting for the madness to begin

Where men turn upon  men 

And the Gods turn upon each other

They wait for the end

They wait for the nothings to come

For the ash to spread like a veil over the realms

For the few that remain

They wait so the world can start anew 

With evil no longer here