THE WAITING

THE WAITING

In a restless night

A wakeful town

Waiting for a king

To reclaim his crown

The crowd gathered around the throne

To see the revelry to the king`s gone

The bards, the prophets had sing and tell

That this was the day which the doubt fell

The people will know the promised one

As how told in the past a wise crone

He will come from the skies and setting place

With bright eyes and a harsh face

Suddenly, landed in the middle of the coronet

An exhaust Blackbird searching for his nest

The amazed people hold their tongue

Now they have a king and a feast to mount…