Why wait for midnight when midnight can come to you? Welcome to my midnight garden. Please lower your mask before proceeding, And the drunken moon will lead you by lantern, down the twisted path and through the doors to My Midnight Eden. Here you will witness fantasies fusion with realities delusion. Moon La'ment offers a platter of poetry broodings, both sunbright and moonlight wallpapers, a tribute to my favourite actress, and of course you will find most pages to be splattered with my rancid ravings- all served up with gothic flare, because, of course Art broods here . . . I bequeath to you lamented dream number: Lerner