A Conflict

He's still walking towards us

From nook of sky and hill

In flat desert with no sand

He is golden and still

Femme shadow at his hand

He's still walking towards us

From somewhere beyond

Straight down a winding path

Eyes blue, hair long and blonde

Belying his wrath

He's still walking towards us

I motion for attack

Missiles fly, then collide

And from clouds of blowback

Comes his unbroken stride

He's still walking towards us

My subordinates shake

Our faces paling

At our premature wake

The artillery's failing

He's still walking towards us

This is my last chance

Our last chance to stop him

With measuring glance

I aim our last shell, grim

And he's still walking towards us