The Emperor

I have seen all there is to see,
beyond a radiant horizon that lies before me-
sunlight shimmering against my majestic walls
where ruby colors dance upon
pale, white stone trimmed in silver and gold
and highlighted with the finest oils.
Lavender and emerald shades stretch
across meadows that glow
with visionary illustration, displayed
upon a water-soaked canvass of exquisiteness.
And from my chamber window,
I see all there is to see.

I am adorned in my finest wears;
my left hand gently caress the value
of lavish metals hanging lightly
against my firm shoulder blades like
a feather floating in the summer’s breeze.
My long, shadowy hair flows vagrant,
a simple recognition of my elegance,
disguised in fabulous wealth.
The mountains willingly bow
before my presence, so humble are they;
I hold within my hand the dominance
of the gods above, who are waiting
without a doubt for my reign
to come to its fateful end.

I have seen all there is to see,
yet one small detail allows itself unseen;
concealed from my eyes, hiding
within darkness, destined to be.
A thing called love
for never have I dreamed of myself believing
the trivial emotion that only peasants
seem to share. Nonetheless, I have perceived
its strength, its ability to overpower
my senses. How it controls
my every will, every thought to be.
My eyes have gazed upon humility
and felt weakened by love’s sovereignty.
Oh, how the simplicity of life
unfolds before me!