Gleda’s Garden

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            In Gleda's glade

            It's always Hallowe'en

            Still life just fades

            Into death and the lies

            Sandwiched in between.

            Withered flowers all around her,

Gleda's garden turns to weed.

            Rain falls only on her cacti,

Frozen under frosted weed.

Allgone flowers, allgone sunshine

            No more power, no more steam

Allgone water, fresh in memory

Allsad daughter Gleda screams:

            Mandrake, mandrake, primal evil

            Take my soul on Hallowe'en

            I can't take this any longer

Gleda's garden's gone to weed.