The Truth Lies at the Bottom of the Well

Soft iterations
Exposed to night
Whispers erode
Wall of resolve

The assassin game
For maiden beheading
Trusting chaste sport
In some nocturnal course

Even though we're lost
We know the way
Listen to our hearts
And know the pain

Bestial disposition
Adjoining this chase
Nature advances
The generative bind

In time will come
Imperceptible shift
As apathy drips
And moldering grows