The garden is keeping its paths
Hidden underneath the clouds
Of raining ashes in the sky.
It’s like hiding the destruction,
The remains of something (anything)
From the seeing eyes of ghosts
Living among the winds of time,
Confusing the illusion of a town
With the ruins of sheltered living.
This has to be cruelty.
The giant guardian has to be
Seeking revenge for us to be
Who caused him to bleed
(Or so he thought).