In the End

Extinguish the glow, to which empires rule The lonesome, they become, the reigning fool Dowse what burns, surrender the fuel Handle with care, until temperatures cool Strike while blind, holding back fear Energy ceases, when the end, it is near Turn over the reins, to witness them steer When the dust will settle, all becomes clear Thick is the brush, garden that I tend Broken these branches, that I cautiously mend For a beautiful view, this message that I send Futures foretold, silent, around the bend Alter the mind, the truth, in which we believe The prize worth winning, once we gain and receive Goals set forth, through patience, we achieve It is only ourselves, we must learn to deceive