Beauty, Truth and Lies

You have something to hide behind

A mask none can pierce thorough

A tale beyond what anyone knows

A secret unbound by lust.

Your mind is a nightmare that

Most, if not all would avoid

Insanity blinds on the brink

The weakest part of you.

Madness breeds a twist upon

What you claim is reality. And

Sometimes I just have to wonder

Whether you even know what reality

Actually is. You live inside

A fantasy, a deluded fairytale.

Normality sees a prince riding up

On a white horse to sweep away

A princess in jewels; to save her life.

You? You see a princess, no a

Beggar! Ride up on a grey mule.

And why? To rescue not the knight

In-armour-shining. No, to save

The flaming, fuming dragon. What

Happened to the beauty and love we

Came to know? Now the classic takes

The evil to make it holy. And such

Is deigned to be good. And beautiful.

Such lies! Beauty is not the knight

Presenting the damsel with a black rotten rose.

Beauty is when the knight rescues the

Princess from the evil, firey worm.

Beauty is when the man-played-hero

Gives the lady a pure white rose.

Beauty is seeing the dragon defeated;

The hag put back in place.

Beauty will come when the innocent love

Of simple classic truth comes back

To fight the lies attempting to pass as

Good. When love is love and no longer

Lustful hate. When all the lies

Can go to hell and hate be damned.

When we can look and see truth and beauty

Before our eyes without a mask to hide

Behind. When all the lies can go to hell. Then,

We can see beauty and truth. And know it

To be good. The you may, perhaps begin to

Comprehend the truth that is reality.


Beauty, Truth and Lies. (C) Elizabeth Wherry, 2012