I Dreamed a Dream of Ghosts & Men...

I dreamed a dream of ghosts and men
Of things that have and should have been.

I dreamed of fear and lost little girls
with white frilly dresses and ghostly white curls.

I dreamed she was scared and needed my help
So without blinking an eye or giving a yelp

I took her cold little hand and headed upstairs
Underneath the noses of my peers and their glares.

No one could see, only just me
And I don't say that with any kind of glee.

For the task that was before me was no easy feat,
Though there were no scary monsters or vampires to beat.

I must take this little girl back to her mother
But a mother who was not like any other.

A ghostly white lady was the mother of this child
And I can tell you her temperament was far beyond mild.

You might think an angry mother bear is to fear
But a mother stuck between there and here

Is someone I wouldn't want to mess with on a good day
Let alone one who's lost her baby.

She gave a scream and I gave her one back
When I opened my eyes all I saw was black

For it had been a ghostly dream
One that had been too real it would seem.

I closed my eyes again and hoped I wouldn't see
Ghostly white hands reaching for me.