Phantasmagoria

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Puissant yet beleaguered
The red-haired prince
Walked marvelously down the stairs.

But how can a descent be marvelous?
Just ask the heroes in the comic books
Who were forced to abdicate their thrones
Unwillingly, despite acknowledging that
Such abdication was needed
For time to, esoterically, move on, and on.

But the prince with green eyes
And a blue and purple, checkered soul,
He moves down the steps unthinkingly,
Only worrying about himself.

He feels a sense of worry,
But yet he's in no hurry,
The force of rhymes
Inside his mind
Causing him to bend his spine
In such a way that all mankind
Would gleefully agree...

Pain and purpose,
Like one and two,
Make a third vector
Where puissant princes can lead
Lives of glory
And lives of strain,
Lives of purpose
And lives of pain.

They can descend.
They can abdicate.
And still be happy.
And still be happy.
And still be happy.

They can descend.
They can lose everything.
But feel the power
Of one hundred thousand Gods
Living in a monotheistic,
Altruistic, casuistic,
Non-intrinsic world.