Puzzles

So, you know how it's supposed to end.

That's fatal.

A hair that you must rend;
A fare that will append;
A path to which you'll tend;
A river's inevitable bend.

Place yourself in future shoes
To feel the lust for power booze
Control the steps to the pre-staged tower
And architect an artifice flower. 

False petals are in gloom
As doom accelerates
Your will's willful tomb.