Little Maggie

Little Maggie sat on her bed
And dreamt of things that weren't there
She spoke to toys
And played with boys
That made her mother very mad

Little Maggie then woke up
And saw all things as all things were
Not a soul was on her sight
Up was down, and black was white

Little Maggie wasn't sure
Why the blood was on the floor
A knife was there so very still
No last breath, no last will

Mr. Bear and Anabelle
Just sat there across the room
So much death for eyes to see
"It was them ,It wasn't me!"