Your eyes see all that is unseen
your lips speak words that yearn for equality
your ears hear things that are never lucid
your nose twitches to Smells you never knew existed. And your hands have the touch softer than an angel sometimes I wonder if you were just a fable
but soon I see that all this time if you were next to me
it was all in my head and you were just a dream. "Fair maiden I will see you in the Morrow" was all you ever said when I was deep in my sorrows
you built me a mind palace fit for a king
too bad it was for you and never for me.
Your Kind was led to glory for it was I who hid in shame.
You were called a king and I was never to be seen. Your face was everywhere; posters, papers, statues, while I hid in the shadows watching over you.
Soon after then, came your time.
And I was there "rightfully" by your side.
I led you here and near, anywhere you wanted.
For now we're in the afterlife where no one is haunted...