The King has no reigns on his horse
as it wildly heaves and runs rampant
on the plain that his majesty thought was his domain

Trying to get this animal
to run the direction North
he ends up going South

And when The King finally stops
the direction of his steed
his calm is destroyed
by a heavy wind

Fallen, bruised, and near death
The King eyes flicker
to see a reality of truly being called Sultan
with his last breath
he begs to be accepted into his Lord's Presence