Miracle of Halloween
Miracle loved riding the fog
She glided gracefully around the tombstones
Feeling spirit eyes on her
Traveled past the cemetery gates
Enjoying Halloween night more than ever
There she goes again, a ghoul said.
Every Halloween, his goblin friend replied
Miracle was over four hundred years young
And she never changed up her routine.
She would be easy to mug, said a demon.
I could bite her neck, a vampire said.
But what would be the point?
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