They opened up his eyes,
Forcing them to receive.
There was no off switch,
Lest one he could perceive.
Howling cries filled the air,
Yet he was a man on a mission.
Fighting for an idea of victory,
That was merely another submission.
All those goals loomed closer,
While the outside world crumbled.
He cheered each and every success,
Even as all those around so tumbled.
Alas when it was all over,
He looked around at his domain.
Realizing there was nothing to rule,
Except servants of emptiness and pain.