Prince

A golden halo of fire
Exploding around a figure --
Solitary power.
Hard muscle in blue spandex.
A confident smirk playing
On silent sneering lips --
Lonely soldier.
Prince without a public.
Or a prayer.
And then, palm raised, thumb tucked,
Sparking a crackle of energy,
Jaded green eyes piercing the target...
And then the earth-shattering cry,
A blast of supreme power --
Of supreme sorrow?
The target is eliminated,
And the prince stands,
Glowing fists balled,
Eyebrows knitted, frown in place,
Hiding the hurt behind a strut.