Ekphrasis
He paints a regal picture. Embellished with gold in his clothing, as well as in his character. The curls cascade, and the cape captivates: like a senator’s toga, the draped fabric maintains an impression of importance. His hand grips it effortlessly, as if his notoriety is something he expects, rather than something he has earned. He smirks at you. He is surprised by any creature without perfect complexion. His cheeks flush with embarrassment just from the sight of you. Standing upon the flora which decorates him, he embodies a partnership between the wealth of the earth, and the wealth in his pockets. His cap cannot hide the prosperity that grows with those curls. Chest proud and gaze wide, the shadow he casts reaches farther and farther, until someone detects the lies that supply it. There is a fear behind that smirk. There is a reason behind the value placed on perfection. He fears his own embarrassment. The podium which