The truth, is a cleansing fire
Burns away the lies they've told
Release and you rise higher
Powerful the sword that you hold

The stance radiates such courage
This poetry isn’t for the norms
Fear you are to fully conquer
Trample it in the underworld

Up above you can hear a choir
And a beautiful familiar voice
The rose is a beautiful flower
But sharp are its long thorns.

Raven Archer