solisis

How is it you have managed to set yourself upon such a grave, light or stance? Depending on how one looks at it, one might gather much about the absolutes of a power so grand. Thinking selfishly, might and whim leads violence to the threshold of becoming. An instinctive ascention to the flex of a muscle rare. Take it, grope it, bleed it to your alters and run the extracted through your own veins. Expedite the exploiting of and peer into the vaults as they grow stronger in your name. You are the one whom the shoes are removed for, the bows and lowered eyes exalt your glory and chant those ferocious idioms in reference to your very own. You are the reges. You are the one held above everything. You are the final in this chain of power and to you it all belongs. The courts, the arms, the last of them, all yours at your disposal.

And look at you now

I dont believe my eyes deceive me. It was a tear from your royal eye that pierced the silence just before I took your crown.
My flex. My ascention. My own glory. My own strength. My selfish act. My silver bullet.

My power so grand.