The Great and Needy

All the bold and strong wilt when left alone, any African Violet puts them to shame for such hardy blooms thrive in the shade. The mighty, the celebrated, need the sun the very same sun that shines on us all, they crave the bright light only for themselves, that is why - when they find themselves un-illumined, they may turn into a little Hitler or some other needy grim reaper. Even poets go mad when the world acclaims them too much, see how they scribble in the gloom of a lightless moon, see how they ponder upon their genius growing darker and weaker day by day, word by every anemic word.