Perhaps

The early morning castle stirred

The king of the forest stared vacantly toward the east

His bloodshot eyes caught no reasoning

A lazy fly settled on his suit of velvet

And the king cursed the creation

Like an unwanted shadow

The queen of conscience entered the already broken morning

She spoke, "Eat, my master"

The king moved to a coffin corner

Where another lazy fly contemplated the dust of time

"Bring me a kingdom, and I will eat"

His voice disturbed the dust and the fly

"I am without power to bring you power"

The queen sighed like an autumn breeze

"Then I will not eat"

The king moved to his guilty throne

And seated himself amongst his ancestors

"My king, if you want a kingdom and power

If you want money and love

If you want respect and admiration

Then you must go out, and take it"

The king stared vacantly to the east

And a dozen flies waiting in the dust stared back

"I am the king, it is not my part to capture and claim

It is my people's duty"

The queen cried, and the little crystal tears tickled her cheeks

She brushed them away angrily

"You have no people

And while you remain the ghost of the past

You will never have people or a kingdom"

She ran from the pathetic chamber

A fly left with her

The king breathed and thought deeply

"I will have people"

He said nervously to his conscience

"I will have people"

The king of the forest never rose again from his guilty throne

And the dust, and the lazy flies lived on him

And the king lived on his dreams

And died on them