He Waits

And still they circle
Black angels hover
Endless ceaseless waning presence
He waits
Dull bells toll their hollow
Call – The night birds waver
Spiralling enclosing entombing
Still he waits
They call the winged host
Like sheep their hordes are pulled
As their children
He waits

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