In Truth

Time is a warrior
On a field of disguise
Killing with stealth
And unbiased eyes
I wait with wonder
Of my moment's demise

Fate is a scent
Hanging subtle on a breeze
Teasing with haste
And a hypocritical ease
Leaving me waiting with wonder
Of my wants and my needs

Truth is a bandit
Ready to pilfer one's dreams
Lurking between characters
In the chapters we read
I turn with anticipation
Of an end unseen

Result is the entity
That governs them all
Like a fox
Wily and free
Seeking only survival
Between mating calls
I hunt only for glory
Beyond these forest of walls...
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