Garden of Shadows

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                 Garden of shadows,
                 flowers of blood,
                 Devil's own daughter—
                 Who do you love?
               
             
                 Bright as a candle,
                 dark as a tear,
                 Devil's own lover—
                 Who do you fear?
             
             
                 Wicked and wanton,
                 you wait in the night,
                 Devil's own demon—
                 Who do you fright?