Mirage
by Kriyn
On yonder rooftop,
a young king slept,
at least that was the impression
the subjects had.
They thought him kind, responsible, wise and mature,
after all, he was all they had.
They thought him strong and steadfast,
sadly, that was another mirage that he had cast.
He lay, not on peace.
His smile on the sweet summer days,
was but a guise to hide a sorrow that was his.
He laughed, simply to appease.
Tonight, like many other nights,
his eyebrows creased in concentration,
as he silently willed his imagination
to show him the unseen.
The star dust gathered and formed her eyes,
the wind swiftly became her breath,
the shadows outlined her silouhette,
and there was his mirage.
Right before his eyes,
she stood before him,
how sad it was,
that his pillar of strength
was but a mirage.
by Kriyn
On yonder rooftop,
a young king slept,
at least that was the impression
the subjects had.
They thought him kind, responsible, wise and mature,
after all, he was all they had.
They thought him strong and steadfast,
sadly, that was another mirage that he had cast.
He lay, not on peace.
His smile on the sweet summer days,
was but a guise to hide a sorrow that was his.
He laughed, simply to appease.
Tonight, like many other nights,
his eyebrows creased in concentration,
as he silently willed his imagination
to show him the unseen.
The star dust gathered and formed her eyes,
the wind swiftly became her breath,
the shadows outlined her silouhette,
and there was his mirage.
Right before his eyes,
she stood before him,
how sad it was,
that his pillar of strength
was but a mirage.
