A Pharaoh sits upon His sunny throne,

Surfeited,

Craven,

Oblivious.

The Clouds move in,

The Sun,

Veiled, hides beneath a layer

Of darkness.

Another day wasted.

What He cannot see cannot

Hurt Him.

They can merely

Remove Him.

The Clouds move out.

The Sun, radiant, shows

Flame once again.

The throne sits,

Empty.