Cheerilee's Garden inspired poetry... critique please? >.>

Just wondering if anyone could give some critique on this. It'd be really appreciated. >.>

She cut her garden as it grew,
With steely blade and iron shoe.
She tore their faces into smiles,
And laid them all to rest.

Hook and leather, metal, bone,
A shallow breath, an anguished moan.
Sweet liberation all in time,
Her children fell asleep.

Games of irony, games of chance,
A twisted, devilish, dark romance.
They writhed until their lives were spent,
Their chests rose once then fell.

A careful eye, a loyal heart,
Some smiling lips, an honest tongue
Alone in glass; their mistress
Is left rolling in her tomb.

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Thanks!
-Lex​