Fragmented Halloween


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.

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Oct0ber 2, 2015

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