Conquistador

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