Patience... that it had...in abundance.
Watching...Wanting...Waiting for the time...
then it would feed
Then they would know suffering.
The thought made it smile...nothing else could.
Soon it's centuries of entombment would seem like a moment passed.
For the signs were there
The words had been spoken
The time had arrived
And No one...No thing would ever be the same...
No thing would ever be the same.