Therein lies the very heart of all those tragic woes
Whereby sparks the start of whatever evil grows
Know ye that the lying tongue, oft destroys the truth.
Gone the simple trust that was once the grace of youth.
Whence the wonder on ones face upon the shadow fall
Whimsy cast upon your fate within your hidden all.
So far upon your yesterday cross branded on your lips.
Cursed to suffer silently within your shallow rift.
When the trust that one claims dear from self turns away.
Upon your heart the leaden fear grows slow into dismay.
Dishonor follows languidly as within your bed ye lay
Paths of falsehood lay within to grip you in its maze.
Wander not so idly why your trusts so hard to give.
When in kind you cross the line within white lies you live.
Small falsities lead to a road with a never ending twist.
When within you lay’s the truth in long forgotten tryst.