Power is a funny thing
The way it swirls and dances
Overcoming what stifles it
Enhancing man's romances

The mind reels with possibility
"I can impose my will on you!"
"No other stands against us!"
"Our challengers are few!"

Suddenly all around you
Are either worthy or not
Can they be an ally?
Or an inconvenience easily forgot

After all, you're in charge
No one else has a say
Watch those pitiful "others"
As they bleed and cry in shame

Ode to you, most powerful!
May all your petty wills be done!
Look at you upon the mountain!
Your enemies dead or shunned

Aren't you so pretty?
Standing all alone?
Everyone wants to be you!
Atop the shimmering stone

Power has this problem
Where only so much of it exists
What happens when you hold it all?
Where will you next throw your fists?

True strength lies somewhere else
A place you cannot know
Because to employ it
You'd have to end this show

But I laud you with flowers
I cast my gold at your feet
Ode to an Empire!
I dream of your quick defeat

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Daedalan, in the year 922 AF.