He does not rush He does not shout The world leans inward When he walks out They named him fear To sleep at night They called him wrong To feel more right But every crown he never wore Still bent the ground beneath the floor He learned the cost of mercy young He watched the brave go quiet and numb Not every monster bares his teeth Some smile slow And speak belief He walks before the end Not to burn But to claim Every promise left to bend Every truth that fears his name He walks before the end And the dark moves when he stands Not a savior Not a friend He is consequence in hands You prayed for light He learned the flame You begged for gods He studied names You asked for peace He learned the rule: Peace is quiet After you rule If evil is the price of choice Then call him what you need History forgives the victor Not the ones who bleed He walks before the end And the future clears its throat Every lie you called a shield Was a rope you tied and wrote He walks before the end Not with fire Not with flame But with patience sharp as steel And a memory for your name When the dust begins to settle He is already gone
