"Brandish your blades" the king calls.
"Fight for glory" he yells to his men.
He then charges into battle
Believing his men run behind him
The foolish king runs amidst the enemy
And bullies his way to his opposition.
From his perch on his horse
The enemy looks down upon the king.
Looks down upon him for his foolishness and his näivete.
His foolishness for charging in without an army
And his näivete for believing his men hadn’t turned against the old king.
The enemy strikes down the old king
Out of mercy for nothing else.
He lets the king’s body rot on the field
To show him the error of his ways.