The Golden King
I am golden and holy. I am nothing but perfection.
You cannot deny the beauty that all cannot bear to see.
I am divine so I should not be seen by the flawed imperfection that is humanity
I am not arrogant, but a tyrant whose honest in his ways-
The worlds treasures are my own and no one has right to claim.
My soul shining, glimmering through the soft hearts of the people. Filled with envy.
Yet none can truly grasp my godly presence.
I am an equal to all, but none equal to me. All but one.
He was mud on my feet, challenging the lion to a battle to attempt a great feat.
Yet he was never questioning, never faltering, true as can be.
He would become my friend, a true friend indeed.
We took upon a journey, taking the first step.
Laughing at the gods until my friend fell to an eternal sleep.
Now I wait once more in sleep. Waiting for my treasures to come back to me,
Waiting for my only friend to take our journey.