Like a child being interrogated

It meekly brought itself to the table

Opened its eyes to the larger presences

And spoke

It told of happenings the way only a child could

Spoke with a shaky voice with eyes darting down

Describing the scene and reliving it at the same time

All the while acting like a child, the truth was hidden

Reality being obscured by feelings and emotion

Only slowing letting facts triumph fiction

As each won battle allowed a slow victory for the war

While one side had the larger moment

The tales strung were not ones to weave together

Details that drew tears did not add up with others

Like a child being caught in their lies, a priceless face

The truth finally came to light