You’re in the secret garden of lovely Eve
Her mystic spell coercing all to believe
Trapped in another world, her fragile web to weave
In the cosmos beyond reason to conceive
Monks and others left their mark over the years
For one sublime tick of time discard your cares
Images locked in, a plaintive voice calls
Freed fleetingly from within these ancient walls
Feel the quiet calm of this enchanted place
Hear the siren’s song behold her smiling face
Only a chosen few will sense Eve’s essence
Or feel her rare embrace in this magic space
WRITTEN BY JOHN LASTE REDEMPTION