Sovereign of Shadows
Reflection
In the depths of a throne, where darkness reigns,
A figure sits, amidst the swirling remains
Of papers and power, a man of might,
With a smile that gleams, in the flickering light.
His eyes, like embers, burn with inner fire,
As he holds the pages, his heart's greatest desire.
The chair, a beast, with spines that rise,
Guards him from the world, with watchful, wary eyes.
The room, a haze, of smoke and burning past,
A backdrop for the drama that will forever last.
The man, a king, of his own twisted domain,
Rules over the shadows, with an iron, velvet chain.
His laughter echoes, through the smoke-filled air,
As he reads the pages, with a knowing, wicked care.
In this, his kingdom, he is the master of fate,
Where the lines between power and madness create
A dance of shadows, where the truth is hard to find,
And the sovereign's will, is the only law of the land, entwined.