Ascend Now

Her eyes are nothing like the sun,
 calling Herr Jung, someone lost a shadow,
she's out there wandering with bad ideas,
and steely words and other weapons.
Her dreams are for hunting.
She's not in Kansas any more.
She made a door to step on through,
so call her on the other side.
Spirits and the dead, they write
the headlines now, but they always did.