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Watch your step in the gardens

Left untended by the wardens

A darkened hue in the blossom

Pungent fruit on the vines

We lost our way in the gardens

Blood red tendrils, ever searching

No chance to rest on the low road

Make your way with hatchet and torch

Those embraced by the gardens

Lies to rest in the green

Shed their flesh and scatter their dreams

Empty vessels covered by weeds