The Ribs of a Dynasty

Awaking in the middle of an idealist dream
The kind of fantasy that is perfection
To a world builder
Employed by a world ruler
Suddenly aware his pillow of rose petals
Are steel beams
Suspended near the clouds
Looking down, he sees a massive framework
The most ambitious project to date
Looking around, he sees a great pedestal
The skeleton of a masterpiece
The ribs of a dynasty
The hallowed dining halls
Of king makers, playboys and savants
Looking up, he sees no end
To where this massive construct is growing
But knows no matter how solid the base
This building will never be tall enough
To exist between the worlds above and below
As a permanent memorial
A reminder of its own decadence