Lies

Hold on, slow down the storm
and let the snow fall into a
Delayed, mesmerizing descent
So details cannot be missed,
For each snowflake deserves to
Shine in the accusing spotlight.
Let the studious eyes trained
To spy the liar hiding behind
The fog of human ignorance
Examine every aspect of a
Frightened, mortal's art so as
To expose the skin-wearer;
The wolf in crimson fur of
Another and bestowed with a
Head of antlers stained with
The same blood dripping into
The earth from guilty fangs,
Or perhaps the human that
Lacks the smell of deception
Since her lies remain unknown
To most of the passing drones.
Yet if only most was enough to
Stay hidden from what some
Call truth. Moral or unjust, it
Matters not when actions
Screaming in foreign tongues
Reveal the falsehoods to those
Watching closely. The keen
Senses thirsty for clues scan
Routinely moving bodies
Dusty with the bones of
Normal life, and although the
Surface may offer little details,
Some are more than plenty
If spotted correctly.
Eyes in constant motion
Adorned with rapid blinking;
A method of stamping out
Disgusting fabrications, lips
Parted hastily into deceit through
Faked grins knowing only how
To perform an act on the
Universal stage where the
Spotlight is glued to a pretender
That will never know when
Too much is enough.
Each of these hungry beasts
Of weakness incarnate
Are watching you intimately
Between the unique flakes;
Nature's tears of ash
Originating from an above
twisted together with faith.
They may see you in chaos
Hiding behind our mundane
Affairs, but tell me,
Can you descry their
Gilded demeanour?