A Poem, Power Trapped in Flames

Power Trapped in Flames
Bearded, blazing eyed, fire eating tyrant
Watches the swirling comets of flames circling around him,
Until he finds the pace…

Then he raises his palm,
And snatches the fire
Turning it into gold, and laying it at his sandled feet.

“Now I have it,” he thought,
“Now, I will pile and pile until I have a castle of gold that no one can rival.
Then I can rest from the knowledge that the stars have stopped spinning around me,
And now they are gold.
Now I am secure.”