Dusk\'s bog infiltrates as surely as it descends,
Known not of what\'s taking place
And naught of where it\'s been.
Invaded the harvest of merit\'s disease -
Permeating fear in the minds of men.
Seeking whilst lost, surely a method seldom used.
It appears a vibrant facade, convoluted - yet not refused.
To wander in search of answers,
Inquiring the paths from which one must choose.
Taken root, corruption sullies -
It demands to promptly insist;
That lies of which we have amused
Ensure secured that evil persists.
Spoken late are words that save,
In little haste to greatly respire.
Dithering through masquerades -
As hollows whisper, in the mire.