Dark side of the Story : Love thy neighbor

"So.Did you ..err like Kingkong?", i asked, innocently, i hope.
"Aaa..you are trying to be funny..aa? Uncle is being funny", sneered the king.
On the rearview mirror of my horse, i see the confused look on the child's face. And, on yours too? Allright.

Well, after a long hard night's work at the tower, i headed down for a relaxing day. The nazguls had gone partying somewhere except, ofcourse, the king. So, we were talking about this and that, when there was a gentle knock on the black back door. A little messenger from the neighboring tower had come visit us. She looked tense and held out a parchment.

If you ever cared to look up the history of dark lords, rarely would you find the words generous, carefree, helpful, kind to describe our kind. We even dress in black and red. And, here was a farishtey.An angel sent to set the record straight.

King and I started off immediately on our horses. With the little angel trailing us (rearview mirror funda). I felt expansive. A great deal of thoughts were buzzing through my head. Should i make speech at the task completion? One of the hazards, of the expansive moods is uncalled-for comments and retorts (Line 1).

When we reached our destination, the place left my heart cold. The neighbor had asked me to get a bail of cold beer. No wonder the ex-dark lords turned cruel. "Love thy neighbor as thy". I couldn't feel much love for my stupid neighbor.Neither did the King.

"Can i see your id please?"
"Dark lords don't carry ids". I don't photograph well.
"..."
"Here, take mine", said the king
"..."

I handed the money. He took it silently and then said,
"He showed me the id..and you gave me the money"

They should really add patience to the list of our features. Sigh.