The waves are calmer now.
Shafts of bold light have scattered the inebriating suffocation of dense clouds threatening to fill my mouth with lies and drown me… there was a crippling duel in the skies, and I emerged a walker. A runner. A flier.
Through trailblazes so keen my eye beams have burned beams out of my eyes that I might see you more clearly.
A beloved queen.
The highest class of first class royalty exing out my inner civilian and stimulating a kingly loyalty, but an invisible man with a crown is no king at all and it wasn’t until tribulation dragged me down to its bowels that I was able to see my rise beyond the fall. In the redundancy of truthful honesty I loved the sweet sound of your beauty, but I clamoured for it. So strongly delicate from your hair to your nails, but I hammered for it.
I wanted so much to be what was needed to gain what I lacked, that I failed to succeed in being at all.
But the waves are calmer now.
Like Emperor Poseidon I now rule over the greatest waters of all- the galaxy. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, secure enough to be your forever friend, and patient enough… to wait for you to fall in love with me.
I hide the palms of my hand in gloves fashioned from your heart, so that you might encounter a familiar warmth when at long last you clasp hands with me into destiny.