Nature

Truth reveals itself somehow,
for the fears will tear,
into pieces fallen apart.
And life will no longer be
as was bestowed then.
For the sooth of serenity,
and the sparkle of fire,
the redness of your attire,
the gaze of your eyes,
the charm of your flare,
the mighty sound of roar;
but still a heart full of light,
a head free of desires,
a soul dominating lust,
a lie smashed long before___
the terror might not be new,
yet not be welcomed.
For the right doesn't bow,
and never did.