Sage Sovereign

In realms of knowledge, he sits enthroned, Amidst the whispers of pages turned. A sea of words, a tide of thought, Surrounds him, as if the very air is caught. In the dance of learning, he finds his peace, A monarch of the mind, his spirit released. The chair, a throne of ornate design, Supports the weight of his contemplative mind. The suit, a cloak of formal grace, Conceals the passion of his inner space. The tie, a splash of color, vibrant and bright, A beacon in the sepia-toned, literary night. The books, a testament to his endless quest, A labyrinth of knowledge, where he finds his rest. In this tableau, we see a man divine, A sage, a sovereign, lost in thought's confine. The smoke, a veil that shrouds the scene, Adds mystery to the portrait serene. The overall mood, a mix of contemplation deep, And joy, a sense of wonder that does creep.