The Illusion of Power

Sir He took them in like they were his very own. He was good.

He fed them and clothed them, but these were envious children, no matter how hard he tried, they were not obedient.

The people praised him, they gave him credence and they gave him power.

Sir He rose to the top with distinguished honor while something evil brewed inside his inner circle. 

The lavish life of gold gems and fancy emblems planted seeds of greed and envy.

Laying dormant in his corner chamber, Madam She requested his signature while slipping toxic drugs in his divine wine.

Yes, he drank it as she whispered into his ear, “Is there power in death? Sir He.” Falling to his knees in death she took his hand and signed his papers. 

In a complicated mess it was obvious that Sir He had been poisoned.

Watching his body lay waste and his spirit elevating into the heavens, it became apparent to the people that his stature was all an illusion. He was a common man given the illusion of power.

Madam She was right, there is no power in death, only a stiff body filled with accolades.

In Sir He’s inner chamber, his children fought over his inheritance only to fall victim to the illusion also. 

They too soon realized that what they so eagerly desired was a cursed illusion of heartache, loneliness, and a life filled with difficult decisions. 

In his will he kindly wrote:

“My children, be careful what you wish for.”

In prison, Madam She also learned that there was no exception to the rule. Her very own words applied to her as well. Dreaming of her victims, she too learned that power was all an illusion as rats ate her dead flesh. In the end, the people watched Sir He become the blue flame and Madam She become the red flame. With equal strength, the people became wise as Sir He’s children ruled with brutal power. They asked for nothing else and used the fuel to ignite their labor flames. 

In submission to the rising sun, the people fell to their knees only to receive light from a powerful flame far far away. 

Still envious, Sir He’s children attempted to create their own sun to help power their nation’s homes. Realizing the complicated science, and the offsetting of the planet’s orbit, they killed everything and everyone, including themselves. Even maximum domination wasn’t enough.

Madam She was right, there is no power in death, it’s all an illusion.

With seeping fusion now consuming their planet, the darkness of space accepted the new light from a new star while everything on it burned into vapors. Their hunger for more, in the end, killed everything and as the tension settled, they too transformed into red and blue flames only to rise like the sun for a black tiny ant transporting sugarcane on Mars.

The End.