haiku poem

a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
this is the arsenal
when i was broke in london
who loves the rain
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
all those treasures that lie
my son is dead and i am going blind
i made a vow once, one only
my mother taught me that every night
little gate was reached at last
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
the agony of having too much power