Iron Veil

Truth be told, or is it so, Is strength bronze or tin? Forever mystery lies so, In this transcended kin. Beneath the rust, a fragile heart, Iron weeps, its strength apart. A veil of secrets, shadows loom, Where truth’s enigma finds its tomb. In fragile echoes, whispers call, Uncertainty befalls, thoughts of chanciness. As ready minds begin to fall, A second thought of unsureness. Though some say it's peaceful, A chilling draft, shadows impenetrable. The touch, cold & luridful, As if metal guards what’s unfalsifiable. A muffled sound, a mournful hum, As secrets whisper, what is keen. For a darkened blanket casted, Obscuring truth, a world unseen. The taste bitter, how obscene, Obscene in taste, even in earful mean.