Deck of Fate- The Warden

He wished upon a distant star,
And found it closer than it seemed.
The heavens granted his desire,
But not the life of which he dreamed.

For every soul, a silent vow,
For every triumph, something lost.
A golden mantle rests upon his brow,
Yet none shall tell him of its cost.

And when the final light grows dim,
Who shall keep watch over him?