Destiny Of Hidden Lies. Poem by David Wood

You sit in the sky
Like a big wall clock
As you arc nights path.

The stars dim in your light.

Your gaze mocks
With disdain because you've
Seen it all before.

Nothing is hidden from
Your brightness only those
Stalking with evil intent.

Like words spoken
Laden with hidden meaning
And artificial intent. Their light
Hidden.

Truth should be the bright moon
Or the bright morning star.
Clearly visible. Destiny should
Depend on truth.

But it doesn't, we've seen it all before.