Morality Tale

I won’t make this a morality tale,

though I’ve seen the lies,

felt the deception,

all smoothed over
with smiles.

You’ve fed the evidence of disaster

to the fire,

burned it to ash
like your soul.

Better that you had given
your fairy tales

to the flames, instead.

You can bury the truth,

but it will sprout again in Spring.

Have no fear
that I will reveal your secrets.

(Secrets have their own ways.)

But though I do not raise the hue and cry,

accuse, pull off your mask,

I know what lies beneath.

And in the wickedest arcane corners of my heart,
Je suis d'accord.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.