The windswept plains of time reveal
The losses of battles, forgotten
A warrior king stands in his tent
A servant boy dons him with the armor of war
Once again, he prepares
His sword sheathed at his side,
For battle
For love
An enemy, unseen and unnamed, lies on the other side of a distant ridge
Defending the fair maiden of prosperity
The king, scarred, torn and worn
steps to the edge of camp
Saddles his horse
and mounts
My Zen Brain 