(Maybe I'll post it. Idk if it's relevant enough lol. xD)
Too young to go She missed her so
Her sister could only cry And wish her sister had wings to fly
So she wouldn't have fell Down without at least a farewell
(If it's a poem I guess it's relevant. )
With memories faint and cold Sister sat while as night grew old
Ne'er a sad word she said Sat in soft tears upon her dewy grass bed
On this morose sight did look the ghostly crew They shared puzzled looks, wondered what they ought do
(Oof, sadly it's not a poem, but maybe I should turn it into one lol. It would be an interesting poem... it honestly has a lot of dying in it for something as comedic as it is )
"Annabelle Jane is her sister?" Said one kindly ghost mister
"I know the girl, she's a kind soul Won't even spook a rat or a mole!"
As they thought and thought and stood A young bright spirit came through the wood
With memories faint and cold Sister sat while as night grew old
Ne'er a sad word she said Sat in soft tears upon her dewy grass bed
On this morose sight did look the ghostly crew They shared puzzled looks, wondered what they ought do
(Oof, sadly it's not a poem, but maybe I should turn it into one lol. It would be an interesting poem... it honestly has a lot of dying in it for something as comedic as it is )
"Annabelle Jane is her sister?" Said one kindly ghost mister
"I know the girl, she's a kind soul Won't even spook a rat or a mole!"
As they thought and thought and stood A young bright spirit came through the wood
(Indeed. xD Also I somehow missed this one, sorry. )
Unlike the others it looked not shriveled and old Not a spirit who left its body after its years of gold
But rather a young soul, short and small Bearing twinkling eyes and face like a doll
The figure of a little girl did morph Hopping on bare feet and wearing pale skirt
At some joke she did laugh--a child's laugh so light and fair But her eyes fell upon the living, and she stopped and stared
(Oof, sadly it's not a poem, but maybe I should turn it into one lol. It would be an interesting poem... it honestly has a lot of dying in it for something as comedic as it is )
"Annabelle Jane is her sister?" Said one kindly ghost mister
"I know the girl, she's a kind soul Won't even spook a rat or a mole!"
As they thought and thought and stood A young bright spirit came through the wood
(Indeed. xD Also I somehow missed this one, sorry. )
Unlike the others it looked not shriveled and old Not a spirit who left its body after its years of gold
But rather a young soul, short and small Bearing twinkling eyes and face like a doll
The figure of a little girl did morph Hopping on bare feet and wearing pale skirt
At some joke she did laugh--a child's laugh so light and fair But her eyes fell upon the living, and she stopped and stared
(lol it's alright xD )
"Annabelle Jane!" the spirits whisper "Look she has seen her sister!"
The other girl still sat still as stone Suddenly she heard the tone
Of a song of melody sweet One that makes the birds tweet
The sister knew this tune One that Annabelle Jane would croon
I need to have you read my story of Cheesehead Banana sometime)
) 
It would be an interesting poem... it honestly has a lot of dying in it for something as comedic as it is 
