Sleeping rough on Whitby beach,
I woke after my sanity expired.
Three ghosts started a fire
and taught me how to make glass
from sand and flames. I had to
juggle glass moons as an audition
for the afterlife, I managed to dodge
knives of fire hurled by the three spirits.
We made a crystal ball to watch the people
of Whitby's nightmares come to fruition.
From haunted exhalations on the flames
a glass ocean was made for our journey
to the next life, I kept a moon to
light our way.