It was his desire that consumed him at the last,
One small stone into his past, was all it took.
Yet to stand against what was to be – his Fate – could not be done.
He could now longeth only for his journey's end,
To control when his time was to come on his own terms.
Regrettably leaving his loyal followers behind,
The work of the majestic leader's life to be accomplished by another.
It seemed to most, as if his most trusted man, the suspicious spy,
The infiltrator, was to be the one to silence him forever.
The truth, eluding from the world, the missing chapters
Of the headmaster's life would open at the close,
Letting each know where true loyalty lay.
The burden of knowing all would finally be
Removed from that protector of the weak, that keeper of deadly secrets.
As he lay in his final resting place, the white monument to the great leader,
The mysteries, the unanswered questions, of his days would be known
To all those the mentor had touched.
While many stood dazed as not to believe what had taken place,
The truth cleared the mist that had come with the many misunderstandings.
What is meant to be known will find
Its own way into the world.
