The King's Shadow.
As I lie, there's not a sign of him
When night falls, he's nowhere to be seen
Nobody ever pays attention to him during the day
But I know he's there.
He watches me and matches my movements
His mind is a mystery that I wish to solve
Are his intentions as bland as his appearance
Or are they far more sinister?
For now I have control of his every move
But what are his thoughts?
I guess I'm to never know
And I hope I don't find out.
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