Bloody Roses On The Devil's Patio

As I walk past the devil's patio I gaze in full of amazement,

Gaping at the bloody roses dripping almost in slow motion,

Sometimes I stop and watch the devil himself,

Water his venus fly-traps and his casavas,

His young children come out and play,

And dance among the kudu plants,

I leave satisfied and knowing I will be back tomorrow.