Lies of Gold

In a dungeon bright and cheery
Where my hopes and dreams all lay
resting peacefully beside the
Spun gold made of miller's hay

Treasure's tempting and alluring
Life's a frightful thing to lose
But through haunted lies maturing
For yourself you've formed a noose

Tell a truth and none will listen
Speak a lie and many hear
And its venom spreads and glistens
poisons friends and summons tears

If you live your life in sorrow
Store your love for better days
You may find that on the morrow
All you cared for turned to clay

You may reach for, even grasp it
Stretch existence to its last
Plead with fate to delay justice...
But you can't escape your past

© Obscure 2021

(I did not edit this much at all, so I know that it could be improved. I hope you like it anyways!)