Deep in the world
Of dreams and nightmares
Lay a lone girl
Lost in her slumber

She lay quietly
In a quaint blue dress
Eyes closed
To the horrors of the world

Taken to a joyous paradise
Of maroon flowers
Once bright pink carnations
Turned a dull silvery red

Though this time
It was no temporary siesta
The beeps of a hymn come softly to an end
Closing with its finish
Her weary, willing eyes