Jumbled words with muffled voice
Drooping eyelid with sharp eyes
Dishelleved hairs with sweet mint scent
Covering himself in dark red blanket
I dare not take a second look at him
I saw myself as a low-key artist in front of him
Nothing to brag, not to compare
He was the king and I was the mere player
Fancing him for his valour and coldness
Not a tyrant by nature, but a ruling person
Dare not to object and nullify his orders
I don't know if i am his partner or employee?...