Over the Garden Wall: Read with your Beautiful Eyes!
Over the garden wall, Virtuous souls may be lead astray with Every fiber of their contents stalled, and a Requiem sounding for their eventual demise. This may not be the end for them, However, upon greater reflection. Evil cries out for these lost beings; Giving up in the face of the unknown excites it, And the roots of despair take hold, Readying for the growth of new fuel. Deny it the pleasure, for your own sake; Everlasting is the spirit…