Inspired by the Ice Covered Trees

Walking along the white path
my subjects all bowed
leaning
reaching
towards me
in reference
as i pass

theyre so beautiful
coated in glass that sparkles in the sun

what kind of ruler am i
to watch my people
splinter, snap, and break
limbs strewn about the earth
arching further, almost falling
their respects being paid, to me
their highest

i dont want to be that cruel person
who watches with a smile as they
kneel to me, in pain and suffering
dispair fills me at the beautiful sight
but i have no way of stopping it
the beauty of this recieved power
but then the suffering
that i, alone, am responsible for



seriously, that has no importance or meaning, whatsoever