It was a Dream.
It had to be.
Everyone was a King.
The world was full of Kings.
And the value of a King was nothing.
It was Dark.
Full of Darkness.
A lack of Light.
From their thrones the Kings were above all.
Wanting nothing.
Yet lacking everything.
No one heard their screams.
For there were none.
They were as gods.
Immortal.
Undying.
Yet not truly living.
Their Strength was unmatchable.
Yet they used it for nothing.
Their Vision unending.
Yet they could not see.
Like small children they stumble.
In Darkness of their own making.
For all their Power.
They were Powerless.
It was a Dream.
It had to be.
It was a Dream.
It had to be.
Everyone was a King.
The world was full of Kings.
And the value of a King was nothing.
It was Dark.
Full of Darkness.
A lack of Light.
From their thrones the Kings were above all.
Wanting nothing.
Yet lacking everything.
No one heard their screams.
For there were none.
They were as gods.
Immortal.
Undying.
Yet not truly living.
Their Strength was unmatchable.
Yet they used it for nothing.
Their Vision unending.
Yet they could not see.
Like small children they stumble.
In Darkness of their own making.
For all their Power.
They were Powerless.
It was a Dream.
It had to be.