"garden"

The darkness

of the bushes covered in shining fruits

and the path of stone

leads you to a new garden,

one hidden

and a throne-

you have become the one

who wears the crown

even after your topple down;

your arms are adorned in gold

and even when the world feels cold

the richness of the garden’s fruit

makes even the old gods

jealous of you;

you pick one and Eden warns

but you don’t care

for the sun warms

and your flesh

is no longer cold

so you assume

the garden is fresh

and you lie

in the soil

awaiting the fate

that you tell sure.