Ha! She laughed, actually no. She guffawed aloud – heart ripping, pure amusement. Duw, it was funny. Ha! Oh my, the tears streaming from her eyes. Giggling, cracking up, laughing ever so hard a little pee came out –
He sat there, amongst glittering diamonds and lavish vermillion fabrics draped over poles of gold and bronze and silver. In his hand, a staff of ivory carved into a story re-telling a tale of power and heroism, depicted and reflected within statues located around him, but just a touch under his height: their eyes looking up at him in praise and awe. His body, clothed in silks woven with platinum thread, beads of pure pearl sown into the hem, rubies, sapphires, opals glued into place and glinting off the light of chandeliers, hanging from a designed ceiling, painted and decorated with scenes of celestial power, scenes of his positive feats, scenes of his perfection.
His expression, pure contempt: eyes glanced downwards revelling in his mastery, looking down on those he passed by with nigh but a thought.
Before him, bowing with respect, were rows upon rows of well-wishers, worshippers, people who admired his pure, unadulterated fruition, his tremendousness, his brilliance. Oh, how they praised him! Chants and prayers, songs and dances… total joy.
But she stood, watching him. Not wishing to partake with the festivities of his excellence, instead she mused. Watching him, watching the faintest of cracks form in his façade, growing and stretching, elongating before –
She watched, looking at him, his world crumbling all around him, the lavish gold and bronze and silver poles, statues, weakening to rubble: his encrusted fabrics ripping and tearing, his diamonds losing their sheen, tarnishing at their great height –
Ha! She laughed, actually no. She guffawed aloud – heart ripping, pure amusement. Duw, it was funny. Ha! Oh my, the tears streaming from her eyes. Giggling, cracking up, laughing ever so hard a little pee came out –
His world collapsing, his followers departing, his seat little more than a rickety bench amidst a careworn world, tired of his lies.
On his own, he grew paranoid, his pedestal lower than low, his loneliness consuming him, eating him and discarding him as faeces, whitening in the summer sun.
