A Gilded Virtue

His thoughts…
Is fear wont to indulge my anti-social scandal? Overwhelmed there whence I’ve been everyday in view of my kin…?
A sun for all of us as my lovers bend, sending my peak as precious metal weighs their lives and favors useless…and thence we’ve forgotten the rich, however we attained our position to warrant such a claim, to brandish such as opinion foreign to any average man…
To this where I resort, a scented glory as I imagine thence I dreamed…and life has driven my scant slide away from this, a consequential responsibility though inconsequential to me. And who am I any longer, but on my knees as any man supplied and who has born, a frivolous nature whilst he’s young…safely blaming innocence he never had.
Envy is ripe and irony spawned an inevitable touch, pluming mystery for those indirectly witness to a dilemma dressed of luxury, appreciating bronze and even lead over glaring gold…and that I hardly know the value lest it’s named me Prince.
*Fists his glided cloak, gritting his teeth where least he can be seen*
Starving for this boy inside me, full-grown and capable to debase my involuntary virtue, aggressing in this position naïve of life and standards for that I fight and do not know!
*The court settles and prepares to hear their Prince speak, and as many come and stare as many daydream…sore to be awake in this thereafter*

Perhaps I will shock them, as all of them dream with their eyes open and stare as if at me, but cannot see through me…and even if I swear the plain walls hold their God it is naught to whence we both travel.
*Narrows his eyes*
Is this to be our shame, to shape and nurture this unreality where we’ve all been, thence to pretend we’ve all grinned? Can banquets and speeches ever near that sweet release? Engaging worship and ever our desire at every moment of any day?
*Shrugs noncommittally and begins*
And now…
I spy many a face I know, and just as many that I’ve lacked that pleasure to, and to thy women accompanied upon an arm I bid your finest quality blessed, where those without I hold in my highest regards and flattered fancy. All, whom have arrived to sit in my court, welcome. Please allow my invitation, eat…*he sweeps his hand behind them to the table of every delicacy*. No matter who we are I think we can all appreciate this immodest feast, and consider ourselves elite if not we’re dreaming and our reality became just now as sweet as our fiery imaginations. *Delighted laughter follows*. Please, accept my gratitude for your support, for our blameless country to survive if not excel in every virtue of success, just as so represented then again upon my table. Digest this meal knowing it represents the fruits of that success.

With this he bow and step from the platform, to join his subjects at dinner…reprimanding his internal dreams kept within his sight. To fly and release this weight of the world from his shoulders…soaring hapless of the consequences where that lack of gravity take him.