Garden of Deathly Delights

Orange tulips & pink posies grow from upturned skulls
Grinning in the happy sun
Beneath the cerulean skies
Passed overheard by cotton-candy clouds
Fluffed & leisurely at pace
Green moss decorating white rib cages
Fleshy hands hang from high branches
Ravens & Shades perch there for brunch
And he walks in contemplative approach
The fountain at the center rains blood from an angel
He looks up into her dead eyes & matches her cadaverous grin
For Grim does so love his garden