Its time

They used to cheer as you walked. They cried with glee as you talked. You loved their love. Contempt was nothing you had seen. You were everyone's little darling. Your worth followed your dreams' limitless sojourns. You saw it all ahead of you. You waited for the right moment to stretch out and attain what you had earned. You derived ecstacy out of your understanding. You loved the difference you felt, loved the difference you knew, you'd make. And you hit solid ground. You wondered about truth, wandered about delusions. They stopped and waited. You threw away your robes. They gave you time. You wanted to be mere, they told you otherwise. You ushered in simplicity. They kept mum. You had brought yourself into the middle of the typhoon, because you wanted to know where creation and catastrophe merged. They wouldn't walk with you, not that you wanted them. They were the background, you were the light. But once in the middle of the storm, you wanted out. The storm cannot reveal, it can only consume. It cannot enlighten, it can purge. You cried for it to be over. It ended, you were left on a flattened firmament.Euphoria replaced Strife for it was relief.

They were no longer there. The robes were taken away. They had found another king. You were left with nothingness for company. Your empire had been blasted by the storm. The real empire in your mind had been destroyed by none but YOU even before the storm took you in. The ones whose adulation you tasted with irreverence now threw spite.

The nothingness begged to be accepted. You'd been foolish. If you'd wanted to be king. you should have well loved the bloodshed and remained emperor. They all love a warrior. Foolish you had been to cater to longings for slaughter as a monk