Fury's Light

A lamb with eyes of trusting blue, Approaches charm, a smile untrue. The puppeteer, with practiced art, Hides strings of deceit within his heart. The web is spun, a masterpiece, Of whispered lies that bring no peace. Justice, blindfolded, turns her head, As scales of truth to darkness tread. Blood boils within, a righteous fire, To see pure trust consumed by liar's pyre. Fury's tide, a churning sea, For innocence betrayed, eternally. But keen eyes pierce the shifting guise, Of chameleon's mask, a web of lies. With clarity, the truth takes hold, The twisted vine, its grip unfolds. The heart may ache, the spirit smart, Yet from the ashes rises a valiant heart. To break the strings, expose the game, And let the light of truth proclaim. For in this battle, fierce and bold, Precision's blade cuts through the cold. No longer victims in the night, We rise, the champions of what is right.