Dream Poem for Niorun
by Bethany Hodgkinson
There is a strange little girl
In a strange little world
In a creepy little town
Where there’s no one else around
She walks around alone
(her friends are all long gone)
And she sings to herself
To pass the time along
“ If they could only hear
My calling, if they could only
Hear my cry, then the ghosts
Would come a’crawling
And help me pass the time.”