My Fallen Garden

My garden is where I sleep . 
It's scent and the sun notish me . 
I walk on its lawn and its damp . 
I feel secure of the cold . 

How could they find my gate ? 
They conquer my love . 
How could they see that I am weak ? 
My sentinel is dead . 

My fallen garden is sleeping . 
My fallen garden I am weeping . 

When dawn breaks , and life ends , 
he awakes to life . 
When moonlight caresses , 
my flowers wilt , 
then he awakes and burns it down , 
over fields of beauty . 
Then Ihear the neigh 

of a dying horse