He Once Knew Power

He once sat

Upon a throne,

Atop a tower,

Within the city of man.

He rested inside,

And was,

The maw,

Of beast.

He knew fine

Drink,

Food,

Women.

Once or more, even men.

His power

Was infinite,

Unquestionable,

And ineffable.

Yet,

Was this enough?

Rather,

Was this,

What he desired?

No.

The powers,

Always,

Want.

His want,

Like his

Power,

Was forever.

Only,

For one,

Wish.

So,

With his might,

His Avarice,

And his

Envy.

He abandoned all.

He sits

Upon a branch,

Atop a tree,

Within the wood.

Resting in,

And is,

Nature's freedom.

He knows

Simple

Things,

And people,

And joy.