Narrative, you seductress.
You Siren in the sea.
You know I must explore-
Your melodious conspiracy.
Truth you know I wish to find.
You sing to me deception:
Saying, "Truth is out here in the mist."
Hoping I have no depth perception.
"Truth is with Leviathan," you persist.
You insist the key is with you.
But I resist.
I see your angelic feathers.
I see your angelic light.
I see your voice is angelic.
But I see your demonic delight.
If only I were as blind as the days of my youth.
But you are far too seductive,
To truly be with Truth.