Conquistador

Brooker reid

Conquistador your stallion stands

In need of company

And like some angel's haloed brow

You reek of purity

I see your armour plated breast

Has long since lost its sheen

And in your death mask face

There are no signs which can be seen

And though I hoped for something to find

I could see no maze to unwind

Conquistador a vulture sits

Upon your silver shield

And in your rusty scabbard now

The sand has taken seed

And though your jewel encrusted blade

Has not been plundered still

The sea has washed across your face

And taken of its fill

And though I hoped for something to find

I could see no maze to unwind

Conquistador there is no time

I must pay my respect

And though I came to jeer at you

I leave now with regret

And as the gloom begins to fall

I see there is no only all

And though you came with sword held high

You did not conquer only die

And though I hoped for something to find

I could see no maze to unwind