napoleon

an emporer sits upon his satin throne why do you look so lonely, sitting on a throne like that? his kingdom seems endless; the women fall all over him and the men devote their lives to him his wealth is immeasurable and his power is immaculate yet, that frown of his only sinks deeper and he slouches in his throne 'tis truly a puzzle; why such a successful bright man could look so forlorn. however, if one were to truly look, they'd see as clear as day the loneliness he drowns in.