Healing Spirit

A church bell rings on a gloomy night,

A yellow-eyed owl takes to flight.

Wings spread wide she alights on the grave,

Of a beautiful girl none would save.

Withered roses her family kept,

Whilst she stood there watching them and wept.

The owl coos and calls to her maid,

Her only friend, she never stayed.

A healing spirit that lives between realms,

She is the guide of spiritual helms.

She brings souls home to their place of rest,

And brings visions to protect those left.