Saturday, August 21, 2010

Unmasked Reality- Persistant Disbelief

Truth becomes her, they said.
A finer one they'd ne'er seen, they said.
A walking mirage, in clouds of fame;
Only the dessert knew her game.

Little warrior found her way,
smoked veiled truth, light gave away.
Vines drifted, entwined;
black shadows left false truth confined.

And so bespoke from the aperture,
little white lies, no harm- no cure.
Candidness she deemed impure;
deceit lay wounds with open sores.

Hyperbole of being nice,
false promise led to sacrifice;
reliability implored the heart like ice,
little warrior did nothing but rolled her dice.

Poor Raven flew back and forth,
forgetting warrior wouldn't hold the fort;
left with soiled nectar to sort,
Raven swallowed her venomous retorts.

Fire once spewed will not return,
loneliness better than embers that burn.
Acceptance takes it's inevitable turn,
poor Raven was still slow to learn.

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