*Though sunny the days of cloudless expanse in fields lowly rutted with fear Down footprints of mud in a circular dance, a garden now beckons my dear
A wood picket fence and a hedge overgrown beyond an old gate bearing rust That cringes and creaks near the wicked seeds sown about northern winds once were ******
Vines cling an arbor in strangling grip, creeping like worms neath your feet Proud of their thorns and the flesh they do rip, souring fruits ever sweet
Step into this realm where petals now bleed with faces apart from the norm On barbed wire stems of a nevermore need, now cast of an unending storm
Awaits there child with a part in her hair and roots tethered deep to the ground A bouquet of pain offered up, if you dare, in silence she speaks without sound
Come follow this path of a nightmarish dream, where nothing that lives ever dies But hold tight your tongue for she hates when you scream, the girl with the blackberry eyes