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Lila had no Mom now to make her Halloween costume
Just her Communion dress, adorned by angel wings she’d made 
A halo of gold chrysanthemums she laid at Mom’s tomb
But dusk was falling as in the cemetery she prayed

Against the amber harvest moon, Spanish moss was swaying
Eerily it danced, taunting ghosts in the cool autumn air
Beyond old tombstones came chilling howls of werewolves preying
A strange sound like a door creaking open gave her a scare

Footsteps seemed to follow her as she scampered to the street
Where a band of rowdy teenage ghouls murmured words so harsh
Her flashlight dimmed; only tricks came this Halloween, no treats
While vampires emerged from the mist over a nearby marsh

Cackles she heard; was that a wicked witch flying overhead?
Her feet tangled in thorny vines, she struggled to break free
Trying to escape the foul scent of something that smelled dead
Lila fell, tripping on the gnarly roots of an oak tree

Trembling and crying, Lila sprinted, overwhelmed with fright
Bushes and trees rustled in the breeze as she darted home 
To the most horrific creature she’d encountered that night
The beer-swilling father who let her trick-or-treat alone



*Written August 29, 2014

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