When I ruled the world,
I had the constellations on my hands,
I had the ability to hear
the tunes of the waves,
and I was able to sing like a canary,
dance like the wind,
and had the strength
like the atlas man
who carries the world,
I had the most precious queen
in her righteous position,
my empire was formed
of roses and great aromas,
the guards solid steel forms,
sharp vines, and dangerous poison thorns,
the emotional phase
was that of young children
playing in the rain, giggling, laughter, calmness,
there was not a form to destroy my kingdom,
for once my empire experience
the fall season,
therefore my kingdom crumbled,
no more children playing in the rain,
now only that of a cut child
been disinfected with alcohol,
the waves refuse to sing
there lovely songs,
no longer do I have
the strength to lift worlds
nor hold planets,
the kingdom now is gray and dark,
buildings are half formed,
green grass is now dark,
soft sweet aroma
is now of dust and old vines,
cruelty and anger
is what’s left in my mind,
the once soft sands
where my queen and I played,
are now simply cold hard cement floors,
queen decided to walk,
for her kingdom
I shall forever still protect,
yet out of my kingdom
she stepped away,
that’s why my kingdom
is now dark and gray,
when I ruled the world,
life was pleasant,
now my world is no longer here,
so I shall just be
a normal human being
-che