Waiting

I sat here alone in the silence. I sat here alone and waited for her. I waited for her light in this darkness. For my loneliness she alone could cure. In the dark I sat for eternity Waiting for her eventual return Her divine gift was lasting purity. That which could quell the hellish flames that burn. My one feeble heart that cried out in pain I continued to wait for her small light That would stop me from being insane And bring life to a land dying from blight. Until then I shall remain in the dark In death, this poem, I leave her as my mark.