Little was gained in recognition
while time moved forward in years.
Diligent there was a purpose, yet
followers stayed back with fears.

The eerie cloud of most suspicion
lies under the blanket of doubt.
He strived for greatness anyway
not looking to gain any clout.

On that day there was a premonition,
where doom greatly exceeded expectation.
Greatness would come in a different form,
when he reached his final destination.

(Daily Prompt) Premonition