The Devil's Garden
Lonely wolfs howl at the moon
Birds sing a merciful tune
Deep with in the beauty of life lays a rose
A black rose that only oneself knows
I stare at the majesty of the blackened garden that grows
The ravens circle high above waiting for any sign of prey
Crows are ready to cry out with what they have to say
Everyone is waiting for the final arising of his judgment day
poem by Branden Aeling
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