Unanswered

The Prince clad in black
Stands atop his battered walls
Shield sundered, mask cracked.
Worn away by years of battle.

The sun sets on a winter night
The last embrace of unseasonal warmth
Fading beyond the horizon
The cold creeping in to take its place.

Still he stands
Stoked by the stubborn embers
Of his blackened and fading heart
Determined to make it through the night.

Where is the moonlight?
Will the sunrise come?
Struggling, he reaches out his hand
And no touch is returned.

The calls into the darkness go unanswered
The messages never carried in response
Is there anyone out there to receive them?
Or will these blackened halls become his tomb?

One day that light will come
Bright, fierce, and unyielding.
A beacon to signal the start
As the world lays bare and ripe.

Then the Prince shall claim his throne
A King beside his Queen.
A new dawn of a new era
Where cold lonely nights go forgotten.

Their Kingdom will be the world.
They’ll drink of each other
Cups never running empty.
A spark of creation to emblazon the heavens.

So he keeps his vigil
Turns his collar to the cold
Stands on his own to legs
And holds out his hand once more.