Fires Of Truth, Ashes Of Deceit Poem by Cassiel Smith

She'll come again as fire, a tempest untamed,
To scorch the lies that others proclaimed,
A blaze that dances, fierce and wild,
A burning truth that cannot be defiled.


She'll come returned as fire, to burn all the liars,
And leave a blanket of ash on the ground,
A purging flame to strip the facade,
A righteous wrath that cannot be flawed.


Her flames will rise, consuming deceit,
No shelter found in shadows' retreat,
A fiery storm with a purpose clear,
To lay bare the truth, unclouded and near.


Within the wake of her blaze, no darkness remains,
Only the echo of a soul unchained,
A world cleansed of pretense and guise,
Beneath her fire, the falsehoods demise.


The ground will be covered in ashes of lies,
A haunting reminder where deceit dies,
She'll come back as fire, unyielding and bright,
To cleanse the world with her purging light.


Her fierce embrace, a dance of the bold,
To challenge the darkness and wreck the mold,
She'll come back as fire, a pressure unleashed,
To bring the truth where it's been besieged.


In her wake, the world will breathe,
The burden of deception finally relieved,
She'll come again as fire, her spirit alight,
To cast away shadows and bring forth the night.


The liars will tremble within the heat of her gaze,
Their falsehoods reduced to a smoldering blaze,
She'll come again as fire, fierce and profound,
To burn away lies and leave ash on the ground.


And inside the silence that follows her storm,
A world reborn, no longer forlorn,
She'll come again as fire, to right each wrong,
And leave a blanket of ash wherein lies belong.