As I return, I am overwhelmed.
This place, where it all happened? And a presence, ever watching
It is far too keen to be caught
And so I search. For hours and days I walk.
The feeling, only intensifying.
So weary. . . I stop to rest
But my mind still wonders
Who, Where? But most of all. Why? What do they want?
I should know.
I, A Knight
Trained to be the best. To see and hear everything before it is.
Not this time.
Bleary-eyed, eyes laden with sleep
And they appear to me.
This feeling I feel is so familiar
But the tip of my tongue is thick and clumsy
And I cannot move
And my breath is stolen from me..
The figure leans nearer
And I gasp, the King in plain sight.
Befuddled, I can only return his stare, confounded!
I cannot breathe! I cannot move!
And only now do I realize,
It was him all along.