In a temple
A Temple of Diana
A Temple of the Vestal Virgins
Sacred Forest of Nemi
He waits
He stays because it‘s what he does
He can only ever stay
And they, the others
Wait still the vigil
The vigil to take his place
Slay him one shall surely do
As it is long expected
The ritual without a choice*
The virgins sleep
Without a sound
He is waiting
The fire is keeping
All is forgotten
But soon remembered
In deepest of sleep
Tomorrow he shall rise
Disturbed by his visions
Still crouch and pace
Holding his knife
Staying his life
He stays because it’s what he does
He waits for his own demise
Waiting to become the kill
As he has killed before
Awaiting his When I Die
Will fighting for his life
He does this, what he must
Thus too, to all of us