Dine

Fine,

Over all the dinner I could be having,
I will choose to dine.

In deference to your habits,
I must incline.

For mine is a sadist's fuel,
Morphine,
Cranial stimulation,
Fingernails . . .

Collected throughout my rule.

Yes!

It's true, I do prefer the finer things,
But those that throne me,
Have ensconced their bigotry,
So I will desist.

Deceased,
You'll be the last,
On my past line,
Writing a fine design,
Between ether and sky,
In cloud lettering entwined,
My face, immortalized,
Desensitized,

In and by

Time.