The conquerior

You have make and mar
With endless joy and weep
In the heart of many
U have conquered all but non conquered you
Like the sound of samborin is your gesture
Like the thunder is your farewell
The great and mighty has trembled at your splendor
Yet you are mike and gentle
Herclus could not smite you
And samson could not devour you
The leaving quest for you
The dead awaits you
The greatest bravest barest you are
LOVE!