aeclectic - poetry by Claudia

Where the Souls Still Play

The children asked their mother,
"Mommy, where do the dead souls go?",
And she answered, yet so quiet,
"Don't ask me any questions child so tired,
drift to sleep instead,
and in your dreams of joy and laughter
let the faeries guide the way.
They will show you a place enchanted
where the dead souls do awake
where they live forever guarded
from the evils of this plane."
And so the children fell asleep,
and dreamt of joy departed,
followed ghouls and fairies dancing,
to a place of greater sense.
Once the morrow reached the land,
and they woke to hear the rain,
they told stories of a dream awake;
where the souls still dance and play.

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