in this desert you are king

and my interest is only in your desire for conquest. In your high walled palace you bathe in milk and dress in silk, and i am well-acquianted with the stone that forms its shell. For my solace i dream of your brazen dances and exquisite romances and the blood that lines the floors and corridors. We are connected by a line you do not know, a life you do not imagine you carry in tow. I have skulked in those airy balconies and wide cloisters, espied you at your work and play. I am neither envious nor hateful but will see you every time i close my eyes anyway.

in this desert you are king but they say the dunes belong to no-one. The stacks of swords wait at the port but in the meantime i beheaded two spies. We light a galaxy of fires in the evening, stream a trail of footprints in the morning, yet you haven't sent anyone to meet me in months. We are approaching the city soon.