Empire of the Sunset

Another dream that I am emperor. Sins being committed in my court for the amusement of my own eyes. Men fearing me. Beautiful women waiting in the wings for me to beckon them forward. Blinding wealth and opulent luxury. Power that is useless unless in use.

From my throne I sit, encircled by this pageantry of sadists and sycophants. The slightest movement of my hand and your life is mine.

Can you see my triumph? Can you see that no slave whispers in my ear that I am mortal? Will the dawn come before the knives from hidden places?