The garden

Deep within the shadows
Where the willows rot away
Is a garden where the flowers are like crows
And children never play

The moon is a ghoul
Playing tricks on your mind

The wind whispers secrets
About the people once her lived
and how they lived in peace until the very end

Creatures luck in corners of crumbling brick walls
They see all the happening
and the souls about to fall

If you ever find yourself deep within the shadows
Watch out for the wind
You know what They say
Gossip is deadly





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