Delicately etched features 
mark the guise of the benevolent leader.
Each contrivance a stratagem:
A lie but not a lie,
a truth but also a fiction.
A palpable fragility hangs in the air
contained within its enclosure.
In here everything moves, aware,
the smallest disturbance threatens a monumental fracture.

It moves effortlessly along
a handcrafted trail well tread.
Greed is satiated but it...
it remains ravenous.
Feigning empathy...
it hears only what it desires
and forces those consequences upon others.
That which it pushes out, it wants in return
at a cost far greater than the sender anticipates.
It is a trap of the most meticulous design:
It eats people to encourage itself,
those who resist and remain eventually succumb.

Yet, continually feeding, its loneliness persists.
There is no substance truly capable of its suppression.
Thus it eats as it weeps,
and weeps as long as it lives,
unknowingly nourishing its sadness.