Gliding barefoot through the garden beneath the resplendent orb of night,
Chasing dreams and phantoms, dancing wildly in her mind;
The comfortless maiden cries aloud and craves only to find
Her one true obsession, a secret only she can keep.
It troubles her endlessly and peculates her sleep.
Her dreams shatter daily as she cannot seem to trace
The path these demons took or their secret hiding place.
She hears their voices invariably noisy shouts and tears.
She begs and pleads to them to eradicate her fears.
No one wants to listen to what she has to say.
They lie to her continually day after day.
This statuesque garden has become her daily cell.
The beauty and loneliness is a pure living hell.
She cannot escape this prison she has built,
Nor can she keep her world from going full tilt.
All she craves his help, yet cannot find
An escape from her clouded mind.