Personae

It looks so cozy up there.
Lofty, you survey the lay of my land
And your own.
Can you not like what you see?
And yet, despite myself, to spite myself
Let us persist.
You look, I glance. You brush, I smile. You laugh, I laugh.
The parts, the motion, the dance.
Sometimes, though, I see it, still feel it.
I let it carry me.
But this dance was never mine.
Perhaps I do gaze upon a mere picture so painted
And you an artist non-paraleil.
But who would I be were I not to cling to such pretty ideals?
You, knight, so thoroughly championed.
I barely know, myself.
And it looked so cozy up there.