The sun melts the stone of falsehood’s stain.
Held together with anger, angst, and pain.
The lie cannot hold the weaver’s tears.
Whence truth came to plot the pattern of the fears.
Dusty cobwebs float away on whispering wings.
A bell to ring the sun to sleep in silence sings.
Faces float beneath the surface of the ice.
The veil of truth gripped in vengeance vice.
The light reveals the truth that is no more.
Feathers float up from the ocean floor.
The fins of sharks cut through cloudless sky.
When silence comes to crack the stone of lie.