Gifted was a word people used to describe her,
But little did they know about this chosen outsider.
Since the day she entered this earthly 2d plain,
Her eyes could see what normal people couldn’t begin to explain.
She called them shadow dancers that usually only came out when it was dark,
Souls caught between times, still trying to make their mark.
She could see them all but not all were nice to behold,
Evil battled good in this realm so she told.
The night it spoke and brought frightful tears,
Trapped in this nothingness for endless amounts of years.
To her it brought hope, of a life after death,
Just praying the gates of heaven are open and she is not left wandering once taken her final breath.
© C Webber 2017