Keep Thy Promise

Awaiting at the pavilion for that solid promise

No seats dry enough to be sat upon

Slight shiver running through creases unknown

From a bewildering, heavy jacket of darkness

He of she said he or she would be here

And yet, he or she has still not appeared

While the floor planks corrode

I race not for my abode

And stand as patient as a mule

Time is stretching like mercury

As memories of what once was and what will be

Flood my belching canvas of electrodes

No hope, no despair

Just one mission

Stay here, for he or she will come

Bringing along a flight of merciful rest

Sanctuary awaits

Yet I am stuck in vivid images and idioms

Simply gluing myself to this dimension

Asking for just one favor

Keep thy promise, ye b*****d

Reviews

[Rowan Storm]

"He of she"? Otherwise, well done.