October

It's still 82 in October

And I've seen the best of my band of Goblins laid to waste

By mice and malice. Vice and callous creatures from the aurora borealis

Dripping down, skipping town, eating tunnels through the firmament

These "Beings of Light" mock the monsters of the night

And swear their white blight isn't permanent

There's a garden in me

That all the seedless see

Let the reapers reap

There's a garden in me