The Rules

St. Ajoura and his amicable entourage, anxiously await the assets for which they have been promised. Vexation slowly overcomes each man like a nefarious curse. None among them possessing patience, a salient skill, yet they wait inert,

for these are the rules.

Pleasant thoughts of reward take a vicious turn, as dusk approaches squeamishness, unease and fatigue arise, their desire becomes an engrossing obsession, yet they wait

for these are the rules.

At the 12 hour unrest reaches the pentacle, rebellious advocation spews forth like a virulent malady, yet they wait

for these are the rules.

Their prize elusive, histrionics seem the pertinent motion, madness imminent, they take action, a blatant error,

for this is against the rules.