It\'s a garden of a different sort
In here..lay beds of other
Unusual..hard to define
Nothing scary...haunt\'s be...
Nary
Still..the blooms be different shades
Some colors off..
Yet close to main
Odd indeed...and how they bleed..
Is strange
Alas...one may spend a fortnight
Awaiting...moon\'s just perfect shine
One.. may spend more than a year
Waiting...\'cause they true believe
One indeed...
May never leave