On a very little girl.
Pearls on her ears,
Showing with a twirl.
As sweet as she is...
There are many of her kind.
She not human would you believe,
To see her you've gotta be blind.
White as white can be,
No colour in her eyes.
There's only one thing that has colour.
The large net with golden shines.
Shes a catcher of souls.
Immortal to the ages.
She collects those wandering ghosts.
Places them in cages.
And once she's got enough.
She trades it in for youth.
So she can keep on doing what she does.
Taking souls to meet their truth.
©Odd
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