(nono don't let this die) (Here poke poke here it's crap but here)
Are you sure?
Autumn wind and chestnut leaves
Turn bleak and bitter through the fall
Freezing the bones, sucking the marrow
Cannot deny truth's looming call
Cool lakes encircled by pines
Summon an unwelcome reflection
Shadows grow taller in the water
Seeds in minds grow creeping conception
Beautiful songs by birds in trees
Are drowned out by the hunting dogs
Noses to the ground, they search for not-truth
Eyes glowing balefully through the fog
Branches quivering in the wind
Lead the beasts to the frozen deer
And follow them among the waves
To taint the water crystal clear
Their victim gapes, unharmed, in terror
Of the pursuers' howls for honesty
Takes one step forward, can't stop, they fall
Into smirking reality
Maybe