Falling to the abysmal fakery

In her stillness
His heart wondered
Where had her lust faded
Or if she did have ever
Yet
Post her bearing the fruit of their love
She had nothing but loathing
Of his advances
With her denials
Some proclaimed to her, tis but a skill
Now she knows better
Her indoctrination to motherhood
Just the will of the patriarch
Where she no longer was
The very sun that set the sky ablaze
As she conquered mountains
Yet here frigid she lay
Is she nothing but clay
Moulded into what society sought
Thought
Despised of her
Yet she caved in
And he has never been so alone
And as such is the plight of matrimony
Unspoken at large
Yet truest as it mostly is