As a King speaks with uncertain tone,
Scars from his Battles so heavily shown, a melodic sadness swells in his eyes as he lay his head in his hands, yet he doesnt cry. The King is in defeat ,and theres a meriad of why, all the emotion is stacked so high. All the battles and many major wars, taken souls of men and even some amores. He is speaking to his General and the Major by his side. Whom are really his Heart and ever racing Mind. We cannot win kind sirs as our forces are depleated, we were well armed before, but now our armies have been routed. Yet I thank you for your honor and loyalty, your unrelenting wills, but I fear in this battle we will all be killed. You have stood so bold beside me as the enemy walked our shores, mounting and mounting till their numbers were more. Some we were able to slay, but most all of them still walk our lands, leaving their footprint on our sands. I could have asked for mearely nothing more as they trekked across our homeland and marched down our doors. The Queen of their army is full of primal might, if her army doesnt crush us for her will they will surely crush us out of spite. All of my labors and all of my toil, atleast Ill fall on my home soil ,and not some far away land. Strike out General Heart,as our doom is at hand, in all this transgression, leave now and thusly learning an important lesson, leave me with my major mind though as a soldier he isnt the best one, flee heart flee, Please I beg you. The King wishes the heart will do his bidding, but deep down he knows he wont, instead he stay and die with him. Of all my histories greatest endeavors, Ill must say this one was the least of the cleaver. My greatest affirmation of my unending defeat, my egotistical Mind that simply refused to retreat. My most anxious affair as if fair would concede, My most aggressive challenge, my most enormous trial, the most vain of all my efforts, that have lasted 3 months and some weeks. My most ambitious undertaking, the most humiliating failure, I feel in the redness on my cheek. A war for which all the Kingdoms treasures and all of its men, werent even valid reason for the war for which I began. As I hear past Kings that have long since fallin', the ones the Queen speaks of with solice and absolute sovereign. She has left her mark on every King she has tattered, though I was strong, her experience is solemn. How a man can fall so hard, to the sword of a Woman. When he only wanted an alliance and to rest amongst her bosom. A spell in her arms, the warmth of her voice, the caress of her limbs, the peace of her breathe, the pounding of her heartbeat as you lay your head on her chest. One will reign over her as her King someday, but I am not that King and this is not that day. Two other Kings vai for position and one may have his way. But you will die here and now as the Queen is on her way. As she clears the thresh hold of the Kings final chamber, her reckoning is certain and her face is filled with anger. Now the King begins to weep, and Screams hyms of Love as she beheads him in his Keep. It wasnt a war of hate, or to seek out the weak, it was matters of the heart, The Kings Final Defeat.
