Halloween Night
Rosabella met her maker on Halloween night
It was an unnatural death . . .
Death met her in the maple forest
On the edge of town
She lay in the brittle leaves
Her eyes starring in horror
It was a violent death . . .
A dark veil of hair fell across an open eye
The stars twinkled down on Rosabella
She looked perfectly beautiful
Except she was dead . . .
Such a small wound to drain all her blood
A mere mark on her white throat
She was a fool . . .
To go walking on Halloween night
What could have lured her to the forest
With every form of ghost, goblin, devil
and vampire lurking about . . .
They took her to the town morgue
Draped her body with a virgin white sheet, so white
And there she lay waiting
Until . . . .
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August 26, 2012
Poetry/Free Verse/Halloween Night
Copyright Protected, ID 08- 416-335-26
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Halloween,
sponsor, Skat, Judged 09/2012
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2012
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