Golden Man (Stephano Poem)

years I waited
for a name
a name and
perhaps a friend.
a golden man,
alone in the
depths of Hell
waiting for my time
to come and
see me through.
soon enough,
yet not long enough,
overlooked by many

but understood
by one.

alone at once,
I sat and waited
for a friend
and perhaps a name
to hold me
to the life I need.
it did; I waited
long enough,
but not soon enough,
and he came to me
on a day when
the leaves browned
and fear followed
him through the
depths of Hell.

I gained a name
and a friend
and he left me
with the promise
of a strong return.
at first, I was alone
at once again
and worried that
I would be that way
Forever

understood by
no one.

yet he came again
and again
calling my name
my friend
each moment
and held me close
to the life I needed.
to him, I was not
a simple prop
a quiet obliesk
a golden man

but Stephano.

I am with him
his companion
an everlasting
whim
Forever
until these depths
of Hell swallow
us both.
when he must leave
he places me
back onto tables
and bookshelves
and chairs
with the promise
of a strong return.

so I sit
and I wait



because I know
He will be back.