Art and Power

Art and Power came to a man.

"What do you prefer?" They asked.

"I wish to have a power above people
because of influence of my art ,"
the man answered them.

"You do not love me, " Art whispered him.
"You wish to use my strong ability of influence to people
but you do not love me.
It is not possible to think about
such thing as a power if Art kisses your space of creativity."

Art flew away in the high transparent sky.

 Power put its hard black hand on the head of the man,
"Now You are under my influence. You will love me forever."