Rogue Manchurian Monarch

Street light blinks in timing, winking at the seeker kind. I am an outlander from another place another time. Everyday signs, give arcane message, a decrypted and privileged- visage-bestowing-vestige. The wind flirts in it's honor with his hair, his cheeks rubbed like a genie's lamp to summon magic there. Life's golden one lit up by invisible stage light. Magical beings to and from take their flight. The crowning it will happen, "I feel it in the air tonight." I am the chosen one, sent to yet a new realm to en-kingdom. Archons looking on to see his progress, Watchers to record and by-stand and slip again between dimensional recess. Mothership hovers to rendezvous with his highness.