Spellbound

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On a bleak night I hear her calling, a soft and whimsical song

All along beyond my dream I see the young girl chanting

It’s mellow and haunting sound was all I could remember

When I was dragged back to reality, to my bed on the cold night of December

I listened for her the next night and then she came

In my bed she lay and swore she would remain the same

I looked at her and dreamed furthermore until I could not bear it

My eyes grew watery and then I saw, her auburn hair beneath my sheets was nowhere to be seen

Then in the distance I heard her song, so faint and mild and sweet like a child

I followed through the mist of my seemingly never ending dream but never laid my eyes on her

I just heard her song every night, ever so quietly luring me

To set her free, or me, I do not know

Because when I awake I have no proof to show

Of the girl who was once my own, coming back to show me how she would have grown

The sound is so distant now but it is always there and when I close my eyes I see her lonely eyes stare

Wishing my life away so that I can stay

But I hold on, even on this weary night, I breathe and continue to breathe

I stopped following and now I just listen to the sweet song and not before long, the sound was gone

I said goodbye to her and wished her well as now I have forced myself to exit her hopeful spell

By Trisha Hilton