So the Trojan horses have stayed on the castle grounds for some time now.
And the king admired them greatly.
Deep inside maybe he knew it was too good to be true.
Such beautiful carvings, such a precious pure wood.
It should have rang a bell somewhere.
Yet he allowed them in for he couldn’t resist, temptation for a fool.
And now the army within tore down its beauty, and fire and chaos erupted.
He sat on his throne watching the blaze and he cried out in desperation.
Who can save him now?