All that glitters is not gold

All that glitters is not gold,
some words have yet to unfold,
when silver turns,
heads, and copper churns,
beds, then know that will be end, of naught.

All that glitters is not gold,
all that shines will not be sold,
when betrayals become lies,
and yet no one tries,
to, behold, the conqueror,
of the triumphant deceit unmasked.

All that glitters is not gold,
one day strength will perish to hold,
the cup of grace,
when the stars of fate,
will then unravel the mysteries of time,
to show what was lost,
but meant to be found,
yet lo! for the race was extinct.