By Desert
The plan is set, the pieces all in position.
The cards are pulled, their meanings dead on point.
This is the worst part of war I see.
The wait, the stare down, who will make the first move.
My fear consuming, while it still harbors inside me…dormant.
I wish you would be on my side, next to me.
But if this is your choice, a battle, then I am obliged.
And you cannot wait too long to strike.
Make the first move if you dare.
Just be ready.
And be afraid.
