The Emperor

When arrogance pursues a despot spire through dominance consumed with vain conceit, ‘tis but a trait that sets the world afire as ignorance lets history repeat. They see the presage warning of reprise and vestal omens common sense should heed. They know this path shall lead to mere demise and understand the consequence of deed. For through the ages, autocrats ignore the auguries of how their days will end. They rob the graves of demagogues before, exhuming madness o’er and o’er again. Though knowing not they sit atop their pyre, they lie in wait to set the world afire. They lie in wait to set the world afire then build their strength consuming what remains. From flames to ash, they elevate their spire to be the latest gods of their domains. In terror’s name they rise above the clouds then spill their vile like deities will do and all that bade beneath their darkened shrouds shall suffer from the actions of the few. But dominance is but a fleeting quest when power is achieved through fear and dread, for such ascension beckons to divest those gods of greed by severing the head. The East and West surmised the giant’s girth when all the stars from heaven fell to earth. Book: This War of Sons; Sonnets of WWII Chapter 9: Midway