You are Nameless.
the forgotten advisor to a King;
Your tomb, left with no etchings,
sees no visitors.
It’s a great pleasure to you.
To be rusted, formless,
disattached.
Now you can be anything.
Though the King knew your name
and cherished your wisdom,
he too is gone.
But people still weep for him;
he is left stuck, chained.
But not you--
Only you are nothing;
Only you are free.