Enemies and War

A thousands men waiting at her door, waiting for the answer. A question of why, and will you work with me. We expect a no, but hope for a yes. They will be ready, no matter the issue. A thousand kings, with a thousand horses, pounding their hooves and standing posed for the next move. What will it be? A call to move forward; or a hold for more truth? A call to release the gates, and let the dogs run to attack? A thousand gods, with a thousand spikes, will not back down.