conquistador

• conquistador
  
  conquistador, your stallion stands
  in need of company
  and like some angel's haloed brow
  you reek of purity
  i see your armor-plated breast
  has long-since lost its sheen
  and in your death-masked face
  there are no signs which can be seen
  and though i hope for something to find
  i can see no place 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 hope for something to find
  i can see no place 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 hope for something to find
  i can see no place to unwind
  though i hope for, something to find
  i can see no place to unwind