"With hair as white as snow and eyes with an emerald glow," I say for what seems like the hundredth time. "Ugh! It isn't good enough yet!" I scream as I throw my typewriter through the wall only to have it return to me.
For what seems like ages now I've been trying to write a poem, just one poem to him. The man who I've witnessed blossom into a king. The one and only Danny Phantom.
Before he took his rightful place on the throne he came to me and apologized. He had destroyed what was to be my life's work and hadn't realized it. That was all I wanted to hear after all. He even offered me a job as the courts official notary. I accepted of course. Now every day I witness his glory.
How he calms the people and loves his subjects both from the human world and ours. It was magnificent and it still is. Seeing him makes my heart flutter. How he flies, how he fights, how he talks, how he lives. Poetry all of it, pure poetry. If only there was a way to express my love for him on paper.
"Writer?" I hear his voice coming from behind me. I jolt at the sudden noise.
"Your highness! It-its an honor for you to be here in the archives."
"Writer, I told you I hate that highness nonsense." He steps closer and my heartbeat increases.
"O-of course, Danny" I can hear the patter in my ears.
"So what are you doing?" He asks peering over my shoulder at my typewriter.
"Nothing! Nothing that's ready for you any way."
"Writer," he says in the same velvety voice he uses to calm even his most frantic of subjects. "Cant you tell me?"
His eyes reflected my worried expression. He was magnificent. As if compelled by his words, I through myself into his arms. I placed a kiss upon his regal lips. It was small almost non-existent. As I looked back into his eyes there was so much confusion. I thought I had failed at had become my new mission in afterlife.
Just as I was about to fall into the abyss, Danny does something I never would have guessed. He kissed me back. It was deep and passionate. A thousand words in only one action. It was within this moment that I knew there truly was more than one type of expression.