A sleepy hollow an angels bed ( beyond the midnight garden).

Ghoul from the box
Often seep's away from the eyes
Of following sleep
To bleed across the floor
Where chosen angels weep
Weakened by the shadows past
Found a sanctuary after dark
A coffin of roses
That bleed beautiful scents
Trapped inside can not relent
Time in darkness
Well turned head
A sleepy hollow an angels bed
The box shall not be burned
within the midnight garden
No god to save the essence
Nor beg for will or pardon
Bleeding it's gore
beyond the midnight garden
seeping away from eyes that see
A tombstone
Within a bleeding sanctuary.