Halloween Night

Rose met a vampire on Halloween night, it was an unnatural death; he took her in a forest without a fight, on the edge of town she took her last breath. She lay waiting in the brittle leaves of deep red, her eyes looking peacefully to the sky; it was a quiet death and now she was very dead, a dark veil of hair fell across an open eye. The stars twinkled down on this beautiful girl, she looked perfectly lovely and sleeping; except she was dead and wearing a bloody pearl, two small wounds drained blood still seeping. Inside her things were changing and she wanted to roam, but the paramedics draped her body in a white sheet; and took her to the town's funeral home, she waited- then, she yelled trick or treat. She left the funeral home to wander the street, on Halloween night she blended in well; you would be unlucky if by chance this girl you meet, and still be alive in the morning with a story to tell. _______________________________ October 17, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Halloween Night Copyright Protected, ID 18-1072-105-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Halloween Night sponsor, Tania Kitchin First Place