Fraud and Fulgor

Take from me my thunder!

Rob me of my roar.

Strip me of my sinew

And lift away my lore.

Imitate my ire.

No sham will be the same.

Forgeries of fire

Shall fade against my flame.

None can match my mettle.

No fake could face my force.

Cries against my clamor

Are fated to be hoarse.

Dim before my candour,

Deception soon will show.

Frail affronts now falter,

And falseness falls below.