The King calls. Calls out for the loyal subject he knows all to well. He calls again, with slightly more urgency, confident he’ll soon return to his side. He knows his subject, knows him intimately. Knows his every wish, his every thought; knows his hearts desire. He studies his subject’s every move, knows precisely how to move him where he likes.

The Chamber bell rings, he’ll not resist the call of the King much longer; no, indeed, he has him already. The King lives in the subject. The King, the subject’s insane puppet master. He never lets him rest, nor offers him safe passage. The King has him, completely under his spell. The Subject comes again, he’s answered the Call once more.

The King laughs with sadistic glee, satisfied he’s once again won him over…….and now the decent into madness begins, the circle complete. Yes the King Reins! Reins with perfect cruelty. But none can resist the King, he knows the subject to well. And the King Reins, the King yet Reins!