The Garden
A garden of tears,
To expose your fears,
As I continue on my way,
There is little,
What you would call the light of day,
The way to the battleground,
Where no one else,
Can ever be found,
The demon inferno,
The fiery paths to hell,
Make me just want,
To cast a spell,
Not a spell of evil,
But one of love,
From the crystal clear blue,
Sky above,
The crumbling walls of my heart,
Compare as no match,
For the bloody mess on my hands,
And the wilted rose patch,
The gravedigger keeps,
The key to my heart,
In a big book labeled,
A beauty's work of art,
The well of souls,
Plunges deep into the coven of mages,
Behind a spell book's,
Last entire lingering pages,
On the death marchway,
There is no longer the light of day,
The arena to the foreground,
Of the demons and trolls,
Makes my heart and soul feel as if it's full of holes,
The evil of hatred and the goodness of love,
Lie beyond the tangled web of mages,
And all that is above,
The keys of my salvation,
Lie in the grips of death,
And I find it very difficult,
To take that one last breath,
As the rain drops have dripped,
The key to my soul,
Now lies in the region below the crypt,
So please go and find it,
It's behind a big wall of pine,
Then I swear to you then,
And only then,
You shall be mine.
3/25/97
| The Garden-2 | Anger | |
| Why? | Friendship | Someday |
| Time | Hatred | You |
| Missing You | Death | |
| Without You | Take Me Away |