Vowed to be a ruler that beholds an oar of great power, he falls to his knees in defeat
He becomes weak at the sight of something resembling simplicity
What is this you say, he, the ruler of many and most powerful has somehow become helpless?
Surely you are mistaken for there has never been a full moon nor an artless sunrise that has seen him in the weakest of states due to the appearance of an angel
This angel walks with the wind beneath her feet and a halo above the crown of her head
This angel that he sees remains nameless, she posses no interaction with the King, yet she has complete control over him
She has never spoken a word to him, and yet, he has never stopped speaking only the sweetest of words for her
In the King's eye his angel can do no wrong, for she is the most beautiful and breathtaking figure without expressing any interaction
She has an oar of great confident and mesmerization in which she takes over the minds of the great rulers for she can control the weak and mold the living
It is clear that the King is simply one of the many souls she distracts, but he sees her as his one and only love
In a room filled with people, he can only see her in the crowd, he preaches to her to direct her heart and mind in a path that will lead to him, for he himself is in need of someone to love him back
She notices him, and senses he is desperate for love, love from any other human being that has the capability of love and a beating heart
The King is so weak at this point, he has been without love for so long that any affection from anyone or anything will occupy his mind and affect his reality
But what he doesn’t know is that she isn’t human, rather, a figment of his imagination
Sure she may display a figure that resembles the perfect angel, but that’s just the case
The King has been broken for so long that his mind has begun playing tricks on him because he can see and feel these feelings for an angel that no one else can see
She isn’t this goddess that has come to mesmerize him, nor distract him from his kingdom, she has appeared as a figment of his imagination from a loss of affection
He is so far deep in feelings, that there seems to be no hope in his return to reality
Someone who has great wealth and power over the many of people are truly weak and lonely on the inside
So he stands tall, but slouched when alone, proud of his kingdom, but saddened when in his lonely castle, awaiting for someone to come and love him back
But no one could ever love a pathetic king that simply holds a love for the beauty of a human rather than who they truly are because he knows he truly is one of the most vial creatures at heart
He stands before his people and admits,
No man could lead a single army with his head strayed from reality and heart filled with desperation and regret
So he stands before his people and resigns
