Last King

It’s a shameless form of escapism,

Astral projection to the worlds beyond.

Let me indulge in altruism,

And take your heavy, cursed crown.

Don’t bother with the prideful speeches,

I came for you from twinkling stars.

Your essence shrinks. My hand, it reaches,

Your hastily covered scars.

Your smirk indulges. I’m but a specter,

You see behind your tired gaze.

Allow to give your pain a vector,

And show your final resting place.

via Daily Prompt: Astral


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