In the early light
When witches candles turn low to smite
The earthly walkers on a stroll
Beside an ancient garden wall
Then one says to the other
“How strange!?
The brick work of Eden has been rearranged.”
As they ponder mortar and stone
They feel the feeling they aren’t alone
Then an archway becomes clear
Designated this way; ”Do not Enter Here!”
They hold hands then cross the threshold
Into a garden bright and so bold
The green’s of willow
The lush of Ash
Oaken avenues stand in stash
All look starkly like someone’s preserve
They feel darkly like they do not deserve
And then a hare and next a rabbit
Come by close as if by habit
Disarmed the intruders are quite standoffish
Then they realise they appear quite selfish
And pet and talk kind words to the mammals
Feeling next they may meet some camels
As they stand and pervade the view
The garden’s paradise changes hue
And far over a foreign hill
They see Cain fight Able, until one is killed
And open under heaven’s skies
They see rains fall and flooded lies
Noah’s Ark is there by chance
But many a bad creature takes death’s dance
And suddenly they too are running from the flood
By this they find the ties of water
Much stronger than those of blood
All washed up now on heaven’s shore
They think of their stroll to the garden’s core
And they think to themselves, but neither comment
They should not have walked in wherever they wanted
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