Waiting here
stars breathing
a final hue
in dusk's last glimmer
before night takes hold
and souls loosed
on blood soaked sands
fade slowly to oblivion
we serve
on pain of death
those of noble stain
ruling the high reaches
yet here
on these battlements
eyes search the glooms
and a whispering of tides
from cold forbidding seas
and we
the tainted ones
corraled to our dooms
by hand of birth
stand in line
mortality held high
to be cleaved
in a clear sharp light
