The blazing  king

Rampaging throughout his kingdom.

Clawing his way up the minarets of cognition and boldness

He bellows a thunderous roar that shakes and sends tremors throughout the realm.

A dense, impenetrable, golden mane

That could bear mirthfulness in the darkest of days

He stalks and wraps himself in the joyous jungle of chaos

Then returns to serene oneness with himself, so his mind can sublimate again

An exalted mind

Like a typhoon

-The ultimate autocratic beast.

Then,

The frail prince.

The vernal cub

Rises from his world of kingship and power and realizes that he is a boy.

Digging through oceans of tears to return to that realm.

When the piercing idea of truth and reasoning vanishes,

Supreme power, exhilaration, and bliss seeps back into his being.

His roar is like a symphony of thunder storms once again.

 A king, and a prince caught in the cross fire of  puerility and domination.