Tiny creatures watch and wait
beyond the darkened garden gate
hungry tongues taste the air
woe to those who venture there.
Bleached bones sacttered
at their feet
tell the tales of recent feasts
the fate of all that venture in
their deadly garden full of sin
Their eyes are fatal firey globes
which peer at you from hooded robes
they steal the soul and eat the flesh
their nature only wickeness
Temptation in a mask serene
beauty as none have ever seen
it blinds you so you cannot see
beyond the gate lies misery
too late once you have been lured in
you never can return again
now one more soul in hooded robe
peering out through fatal firey globes.