roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I

Fountain of Truth

The brave explorers set off that day
To find what was rumoured to be hidden away
A fountain of legend that, so it's told
Spills not water, but makes truth unfold

The pathway is old and broken
The wind is cool and softly spoken
No map to lead them where they go
Following signs left by the wind's flow

Onward ever they march with hope
A harrowing adventure grand in scope
No matter the method, they follow the trail
Hoping that surely they will prevail

The fountain they seek was farther still
Their army of men had fallen ill
Hope running out in a strange land
No-one to lend a helping hand

Until a wizard warned and they heeded
Then soon the medicine that they needed
Was granted by that wizard's power
And the luck to find the fountain within an hour

And so at last the quest concluded
They proved that they were not deluded
The fountain of truth flowed up ahead
And in their minds a quiet dread

This truthful essence the fountain spewed
Provided the group with a vital clue
As they began to speak the truth
The secrets they hid since their youth

"No trust for Jim, he's a scoundrel fair."
"Why you lummox, you sat in my chair!"
"Truth is a power we should not have sought!"
"You would think that Austen, you're easily bought!"

Even the tame truths were enough to divide
They could hardly believe every time they had lied
To each other and to themselves, but worst of all
It was the discovery that lead to their fall

One day far from then, another group would find
The fountain of truth and be caught in its bind
There is no reward for proving it true
Because if anything, it will disprove you