They lurk in the shadows

Stashing secrets in gutters

Dressing untruths in glitter.

These protectors of sin

An army of devils

Too blinded by dark to let light in.

They see me advance

It’s too late to retreat

so they cower and hiss spewing hate.

It’s their chance to be freed

Yet innocent they plead

I'm a liar’s worst fear

A Truth Seeker.