She's a little girl,

too small for the aura that surrounds her,

too young for the wisdom lurking behind

those pretty green eyes,

too innocent for the knowledge

and the burden it becomes.

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They say she's haunted,

and that's certainly a possibility.

What other word is there for an infant

who sees auras, a two year old

who points at ghosts, a toddler

who watches the faeries dance?

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Demon, some would whisper,

possessed, others declare, and

point their fingers at the babe, and

pray for the spirits to leave her

youthful soul, for grace to find

this ethereal and too-wise child.

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And as for the girl?

Wide-eyed with wonder, she sees the

world with a view they will never

comprehend.  More colors, hers,

more music and laughter, more joy

that they can never know.

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Her mother calls her

changeling child, and perhaps she is,

and as she grows becomes a maiden

gifted with Sight and Knowledge

beyond this world, beyond the understanding

of those who would shudder, and call her

haunted.