Ghost Dancing

She arose early that morning, excited as could be
Going to the land of artifacts, to see what she could see.
She drank her coffee and ate her breakfast feeling full of zest
Where she was going to hunt was one of the very best.
She took off for the hunting ground, was there in a little time
The sun coming up was really beginning to shine.
She knew that she had better hurry, the heat she could not bear
Oh my goodness, what does she see lying over there?
What a beauty it is, so rare and chipped so well
When she got home a great story she would tell.
It was so terribly hot, she knew that she should go
The heat so unbearable but temptation was great you know.

She began to drift, felt like she was floating down
Laying her aching head upon the rocky ground.
The faint sound of drums came floating from far away
Beating in time and rhythm, ghost figures began to sway.
They danced, yelping and chanting as she lay upon the ground
Chanting a song and beating the drums, as they danced all around.
A masked man appeared with potions in a bag and things made of fur
He began to blow smoke and it drifted over her.
As he chanted to her, put a potion on her head
She dreamed that she was laying on a furry kind of bed.
Slowly her eyes opened, why was she on the ground
Lying all alone in a place, never to be found.
She raised herself slowly in the sun’s blaring heat
Weak, spent and thirsty, she finally got on her feet.
Toward some shelter she walked, it wasn’t very far
Struggling one step at a time, getting to her car.
It must have been a dream, what had happened to her
As she looked down at her hands she held a piece of fur.