A specteral light
emenating through fog
so faint is this shine
that none see it
a ghostly girl
trying to be heard
running through the forests
through the fog
stumbling and falling
but ghosts never fall
this invisible girl
in an invisible land
she's sees the ones she loves
all laughing in the warm glow of a fire
but she hangs back in the fog
unseen, a fly on the wall
on the horizon,
the ghostly girls sees
a danger lurking
eyeing the visible people.
the solid ones
the hurtable ones
with hearts of flesh
and not of mist.
she cries out to them
"run!" she tries to say
but they do not hear
she is mute
or are they deaf?
cold, misty tears
trickle down cold, misty cheeks
the danger
the pain
the hurt
is approaching
and she is trying to tell them to run
this ghostly girl
"save yourselves" she is screaming
and all they hear
is a whisper on the wind
and then it is too late
the flesh hearts
the real hearts
the true hearts
are destroyed
the pain eats them alive
and hardens them
they become ghosts too
invisible
unheard
unseen
by all others except their own kind
and they run through the mist filled forests
they try to save the unsuspecting hearts
but always they are unheard
