In a tower built of gilded dreams, Where shadows lurk and ego gleams, He sits upon a throne so grand, With whispered secrets close at hand. Orange glow in twilight's glare, A king of kings with empty stare, Greedy fingers clutch for gold, A saga of ambition bold. Yet in the mirrors of his mind, A truth more dark, more undefined, A lecher's smile, a vile pursuit, In silence, virtue lies minute. Obsessive echoes fill the air, Narcissus lost within his lair, In a world of color, blight, and trace, A fallen titan, a fleeting race.