Conquest

A catalogue of dreams.
So it seams.

Feel the power of schemes.
The strength in teams.

Disastrous regimes.
Hung from high beams.

Strung the flag.
Top of the highest tower.

The air sour.
Now was the hour.

No time to cower
or be dour.

Climbed the bower,
stole the golden flower.

Gave up sword, standard and shield.
Kneeled.
Forced to yield.

Escape routes sealed.
A Holy truth to wield.

The new future revealed.