He died under a flag of truce, a peace event unfamiliar
After an entire life, spent in battle, leaning on strategy
A body failing, a mind tired, his will no longer willing
If the empire fell, it wouldn't be for the lack of his acts
Too old, in his mind, to raise a family, he was content
The world he experienced needed guidance, he gave it
If he didn't care about the future, he understood a past
He'd given all one could give and sought no reward
His life was spent rescuing a world, he had saved it
Renewal and restoration was for other generations
