Mirage

Truths gave surgical strikes,

Every now and then,

I dressed in armor,

Clutching the sword of love,

Slayed every soldier of veracity,

With sheer audacity,

Incautious of the blood,

Oozing from my stubborn veins,

And victory approached chanting,

Euphonious phrases,

I conquered my lost Castle,

Just to find that,

It was just a mirage,

Decorated out of ashes.