On His Command

You're readied, poised

for the attack

eyes staring, black

through dismal places

and all those faces

staring back

Prepared so deep

within the mind

The Gods, blind

have set that fate

that you will wait

sword in hand

'til the last command

sets you free from the gate

And wait we will

and longer still

on his command

that fateful hand

to glorious death

upon his land.

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