A fire blazes in his mental garden
with no way of putting it out
choking smoke fills the air
though none are alive to breathe it
The once perfect lawn is burning brightly
the flower beds and benches have turned to ash
the pond has completely evaporated
leaving a number of dead fish skeletons
partially hidden under the remains of the lilies
The heat has caused the statues to crack
already blackened by the intense flames
it is unlikely that any will remain standing
as the first one crumbles into dust
The walls are the only things standing
though no one knows just how long for
as the blaze slowly becomes glowing embers
eventually they too will fade and die
No birds or creatures will ever return here
they will give it all up for lost
it was once a happy garden of delight
now is an unforgiving abandoned tomb
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