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The Musical Garden
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Satanic Serenades The air is still as an incensed breeze blows gently from the West...
Moonlight cascades from graceful hills
Setting the land aglow with an eerie lucidity
A faint tone lingers and floats from the silence
And slowly the shadows from earth come alive
From flora and fauna come lissom expressions
Arising and stretching through soft-laden dew
Harmonious whispers, a velvety touch
Ascending and falling, the waves of a dream
A music exquisite, an orchestral stream
A placid sensation, a singular team
Vibrations felt deeply, straight to the core
A beautious vision, a dancing rapport
A distant voice echoes, joining in song
Mists of the evening, a spectral fog
Pulsating rhythms in passionate thrall
While phantomesque figure looms over them all
Increasing, decreasing, climbing the heights
Drifting on wings of black-feathered flight
Surrounded in opulent, elegant night
A starry reflection grants nocturnal sight
Melodious opus responding in kind
Reaching the darkest abyss of the mind
The tranquil reception reclines for a rest
Enfolding serenely into their beds
The eternal opus continues again
Until the next dusk when spiderwebs cloak
The Musical Garden will speak the next note
