It’s easy to lie
An ethereal mist
The truth luminesces like a wisp in dark woods
It glides through the groves as if it guide me
But the wood holds me
It’s cold mastery keeps me cemented in the night
Questions swirl in the wind through the grove
I squint to find the light, to guide me in truth
When embers coarse from within and alight my tounge
I toss them round, and they dance in my breath
And they begin to burn
Too quickly they meet my lips
The inquisitive wind snatches them up like a predator it’s prey
And the dark wood becomes a flame
The truth no longer lights the woods
But a fierce and corrupt fire
To chase the honest wisp is the souls desire
But a caliginous master puppeteirs my tounge
The wood is home
And it’s just so easy to lie