Irony of Conquest


A room with no doors-
No entry- no exit.
Still air contained within
Still, stone walls.

The Void solemnly rests,
Unattended, silent.
There is no light within
The ultimate Heart

The endless beating waves batter
Cliffs of stone- the solitary island.
A cloud-mottled night sky-
The lonely room submerged in the thick dark.

The ropes and ladders slowly crumble,
The room with no doors stands firm.
The people try and try again
To find out what lies behind the strange walls.

Battering, thrashing waves lash and tumble
At the unmoved, impenetrable stone-
The walls containing nothing
Stand firm, stand still.

As the sea batters the walls,
As the ladders fall and crumble,
As Man and Machine grimly attack,
The empty Void waits in the still, dark room.