there lies a place
where black roses thrive,
where darkness reins,
nightmares live and breathe,
sweet words linger in the air
and sinister notions take residence.
Shattered promises and broken dreams
feed the night's forbidden secret.
a dying garden,
shadows shifting under your bed,
a twisted tree under moonlite skies,
under the laughter,
below the asylum,
lies the warped, wicked, and weird
basement.
Welcome
through the hall, walk quickly silently, and enter the place you wish
Return to the Asylum
Open the gates to the Black Rose Garden
I cry out to you, O dreamers, creatures of the night
Winds Whisper under a Dark Tree