Coronation.
Prince of Darkness?
Prince of Light?
Once you accept,
"all obstacles fall away like,
dominoes."
Quite the spectacle.
All gathered,
to witness.
Elevation.
Title.
Power unimaginable.
Envy.
Jealousy.
Egos stacked upon egos,
all marching to pay homage,
and bend the knee.
Some pretending they enjoy me.
If they had choice, they would certainly refuse me.
"Half human."
Half,
Me.
Smiles upon smiles,
but underneath.....
These dark souls,
many knew not I existed,
Only a select few,
only the Elders,
knew.
But secret no more.
They all know the score.
And have all come to witness.
"Prince of darkness?"
The procession begins.
A crown to be placed upon head.
Denoting dominion over all who gathered.
The noisy chatter comes to an end.
The trumpets, silenced.
The aged priest, his hands shake.
"Allow me," HE appears.
The crowd gasps,
it is rare they see his face.
Deep down,
at the center of the underworld,
by His hands,
Crowned.
And with it my birthright fulfilled.
I turned to the crowd,
all knees to the floor,
all heads bowed.
A new feeling is found.
How do you feel,
when you stand upon such a day
and before such a sight?
"It's lonely at the TOP."
"Good Night."
