Heartchasm

What good are you poor Solomon without your wisdom? If cities fall to ruins, castles turn to rubble, and the mightiest of kings perish.. What makes you the differ? These riddles have come to light, to better stage your show. Your ways have slain my faith in truth. My frail heart can crack, but will never be in fragments. I did my part, served my purpose. Yet another trifled face in your revolving door. But beyond the door awaits your mirror. Vanity and presumption reflecting their host. Defacing your image, disrupting your reality. Let me know when you decypher the biggest riddle of all, and discern who you really are.