The Long Wait

The ante room,
back
behind the counter
of the old livery,
held a secret.
Something old
and forgotten,
but not lost;
just waiting.
Time isn’t a thing
to worry about
when one is timeless.
The O’oaldedron sat
in a corner,
under and old desk,
covered in cobwebs,
and dust,
and rags,
waiting.
Its day was coming.
Soon it would be free
and this world
– no
all worlds,
would pay
for what they had done.

HG – 2019

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