He held the reins of a bucking reindeer;
No failure.
He smiled through words of exploded anger;
No fear.
Words on the streets are dark whispers,
They spread like news of a delicious flavour.
"He is but a liar".
A greedy soul who claimed he'd never known terror.
He would smile through his lies,
And wish they'd have never pried,
Though his shaky hands are all but denies.
To his so-called truth -- while there're tremors in his eyes.
But truth uncovered revealed an armour;
One that'll never break, that's his saviour.
Assurance engulfed him though he should know better.
Voids in armour are passage granters,
Slide a sword in, from your lies you'll unfetter.