Coursing over walls again,
Through lush gardens where he’d been
Sleeping at ease before the break of day,
Corrupt vines of wantonness,
Noticing his slumbered bliss,
Silently infringe upon hotbed’s stay.
Twisting within tended spot,
Where gardener’s lovely plot
Held the alluring rosebud of McVeigh,
Choker of youth’s naive slip
Entangles within its grip
Sixteen-year-old lover who fades away.
Waking to the rising sun,
Seeing the discolored one
Who once was adorned in splendid array,
Young gardener’s tender hand,
Grips the soil where worthless sand
Forever replaces innocent’s way.
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