Little Emperor

And the angels cast their smiles down on the boy.
Giving him the decision to create or to destroy.
And there the boy continued to meditate and pray.
For all he wanted was the pain and agony to go away.

"Angels!" He shouted out in sudden resolution.
"Today we take our stand and demand revolution!"
The angels looked at each other in sullen worry.
They took their spears, and flew off in a hurry.

Ages whisked by in a wide array of exchanges.
And the world celebrated for better changes.
Many angel wings were clipped during the fight.
It was a necessary loss to finally make things right.

The little emperor continued to pray.
His angels were once fighting everyday.
I met that emperor out by the raging sea.
And there he bestowed his crown upon me.