She said twenty minutes, she meant twenty minutes
In the night-shade unlikely to get any business
Peace-lily is at war with with herself
Getting morbid as well, getting cornered for help
By a small wallflower with a bleeding heart
To check what all Fall sprouted in the seedy dark
From her stalling all’s fountaining that’s bleak and stark
And all her bawling calls countless in the demon park - life
Garden calm, shadiness surround the shop
Eldest gone now ladies pacing round the countertops
Phasing into louder thoughts, facing it aloud and drop
Safety is a sour promise mainly found in flowerpots
Three beds empty as they watch those acres
Lone saviors from matte black rot and rose chafers
Keep eyes to the ground, nothing dire’s allowed
Inside a hyacinth house

Plucked from the road to her home and hovel
Pressed in the pages of a romance novel
Dancing in the starlight, mind getting soppy
And the wildfire eyes eat her up like a poppy
Raw in her closeness, claws onto rose hips
Knowledge of home swift can call her to hold this
Honestly hopeless, torn on the precipice
Scorn at a pessimist - vaults on her own wish
And she stutters
I’ve got to go soon
And he mutters
Let me escort you

Had their fill of caterwauling, but the scene goes on
Measure glances at the night, should it be this long?
If friendship ends the test, they’d be whistling impressed
But for now all their tension needs dismissal in flesh
And they don’t know whether to expect a knock or a ransom
Something stalking for plants that wound up lost or abandoned
A doctor or bandit, nighttime monstrous havoc
Mind the author of phantoms, time is proper to panic
Run a losing race, running as they do in place
Sharing reassurances does nothing for a blooming ache
Who can say? Night begins to fade, they question
Bits might be in the safe, they’re afraid to check it
Night-mares of resentment bite mares’ independence
Eyes flared in a sentence, mite scared that she meant it
Night air isn’t pleasant, quiet err for defenses
Wise mare would’ve slept, a wise mare isn’t present