Helena

A haunting tale about the ghost of a young girl

The first snow falls gracefully

Over the hill with no name,

With a small wooden swing

That is hidden between the branches.

The tree’s leaves dance to the wind’s chilling voice.

Whispers travel along the river that turns into marsh.

 

It had been a long time

Since any children had been on that swing.

It was before the previous owners moved away,

Leaving the house empty forever.

The girl in the blue and white polka dot dress

Had adored that swing,

It was the one place she felt safe.

 

She always sang this song,

In her chilling and delicate voice.

            Listen to the trees,

            They, too, have stories to tell.

Listen to the voices,

            For their spirits still dwell.

Let your body float along the river,

            And let the water cool you to the bone

            Floating among the forgotten spirits

            You will never again be alone.

 

She died in an accident,

Or at least that’s what they told us.

They said she hit her head on the rocks in the river.

But I watched her sing her song

As she walked into the ice cold water.

And let her body float along the river.

 

Sometimes I look over and the swing starts to move

It’s only the wind

Or so they told me

But, if you look hard enough,

You can still see her blue and white polka dot dress

Moving back and forth on the swing

And, if you listen close enough,

You can still hear her song floating along the river. 

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

well this is good beyond your years, you clearly have a gift..keep sharing, this is wonderful....

[Hannah]

Wow oh my god you honestly have no idea how flattered I am by this review. It really does mean so much to me, thank you!