Goblin king

The whole life, your figure, I've admired

in the looking glass, your bright eyes,

maybe a bit lost, or maybe just scared

you, like me, light wings of butterflies.

Always however, like the morning fog,

you, gently, from me, slid down

you're the dream’s mist, the dust in a sticky bog

as a king who’s lost his golden crown

Thus, for long, my hope I’ve put in a box

with my dreams and hopes together

left to strong wind, nosed up to a dock

my Goblin king mirrored in me forever

In this dark labyrinth of fog

You were, smelling my heart’s quiver

Eyes into eyes into the black smog
Waiting for me near the deep gray river.