Fragmented Halloween

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I met my maker on Halloween night, Halloween night, a night for horror, It was an unnatural death; It was full of fright; Death met me in a maple forest, The rain was falling, On the edge of town. Oh the night was so dark. I lay in the brittle leaves, I heard a man's harsh breath, My eyes stared in horror; The forest was full of fog; It was a violent death, A Dracula came with sharp teeth, A dark veil of hair across my eyes. I had seen his dark silhouette following. Stars twinkled down on me, Why had I come for a walk, I looked beautiful, except; The man had skin so white; I was dead, I should have run away, It was a small wound. When he reached for me, I screamed. All my blood was drained, A mere mark on my white throat, I was a fool; To go walking on Halloween night alone: And why this maple forest, With every form of ghost and vampire lurking, They took me to the morgue. Draped my body in a sheet. Oh I was white, And that sheet was white, And I lay there waiting; Then I felt the sheet being pulled away; I had an odd feeling, I felt his wrist on my lips, Then I was drinking with thirst. And I knew I would be forever, undead. ______________________________ Oct0ber 2, 2015 Free Verse For the contest, Your Own Favourite Halloween Poem Sponsor, Carol Eastman First Place