My King, My King

A king has made the decision to wage war on his enemy.
Many days later we find him on his chariot, pumping his army with words that will serve as transporters of Adrenaline to the brain.
As he comes to the conclusion of his speech, we can hear the soldiers hearts racing as they wait in anticipation for their death.
And just as the birds begin to scatter the skies, the morning fog clears up and the enemy is visible in the distance.
The time is coming closer, thought the king.
And so he turns around to look at the horizon. He sees his distant kingdom, where the women weep and the children are naïve.
He focuses his eyes to a closer proximity. He can see the wild animals peacefully coexisting outside the city walls. How envious I have become, he says.
And just as all kings do so naturally, Our king looks at the last thing he would want to see before his eyes can no longer see; his mistress.