Waiting for the War to Die

	Only in the night will he race the land he
	bears as king
	in his timeless reign
	stalking mountainside for servant prey
	on the crescent he will rest
	outcast from normal walk of life
	normalcy resides beside terrored face
	in love will he sow himself
	don't you bow, don't you bow
	don't you bow down to the king
	in times of pride he'll find
	his lineage of salvaged eyes
	waiting for the war to die