Truth Nonpareil

In quiet solemnity
away from binding voices
and ripped complaisance, 
her caustic scar drapes, 
like an unhemmed costume, 
her grail of disregard, 
mockeries from a crooked line of jesting crows
align an honorable judgment
that selfishly severs this silver chain
where finality's ghost now lingers
on spirit's broken wind;
pitch-black mazes and scattered routes
encompass each passage,
some wear disguising smiles,
some adorn cunning grace,
but most lie, 
some lie, 
all lie,
though, truth when broken
is a vulgar reminder 
that no one can redeem
that exalted and sacred breach
once trodden upon,
only expulsion for such 
an infringement, you cannot
undo crimes from 
a soulless and blacken heart. 

- John Hardesty