Lies Magnified

How one denies to imply such poor manners

Broken cogs left to regret for one has no spanners

Fixate on this dictation sees so much become lost

An invitation to Christmas one never got

Stolen notes to hide past mistakes

Pride be the foolish disguise of what we forsake

No story of life to be written with such indecision

A growing tale told be ones who lacks precision

Breaking bread at picnic tables in good stead

Words we choose to believe now covet us in dread

The sleight of might this black hand

Be fools gold to past adventures over sand

Build to skies what is destined to fall

Lies be no solid ground to progress; it will stall

Who steals words for my Wolf Queen

That legs be stairways to days I will never see

Anchors dropped on seekers of gold

Fools we all are no fortune to favour the bold

Treason in trenches where we left our strength

Pull the wings off good people who be heaven sent