We welcome the girl,
alone it would seem,
like a seed in the updraught,
whole worlds lie beneath.
Here is the girl,
A mind pregnant with dreams,
as she crosses the bridges,
connecting the streams.
There lands a girl,
ghouls taunt, ghouls tease,
"let go of this love, girl,
be rid of these dreams."
Come see the girl,
speaking tounges through machines,
white draped over candy,
embracing the terminal dream.
Heres lies the girl,
most wouldn't believe,
the ghouls taunts a mere whisper now,
dream easy, love freely... my sweet.