Young girl swoons, beneath the moon

of this all Hallowed night

Giggling, laughing, have no fear

Yet she shivers in her fright

Crystal eyes metamoraphise,

 into a liquid state of haze

Velvet voice, not by choice,

turns to screaming rage

Satin skin turns opaque thin

and veins map out her face

Gentle bone, now to stone

gnarled fingers now replace

Young girl’s clothes, now in tatters pose

an ogre burst from her cocoon

Leathery wings, like giant bat things

block out the silver moon

Then to the sky, with a horrid cry

to hunt her midnight prey

Trick or treat, smell my feet

sweet children so late play

Her radar sense, a lone child tense

swoops close to sniff the air

He’s all alone, sweet to the bone

plucked up into night air

She soon alights, on that night of nights

To a cave aged in blood she falls

She eats her fill, then leaves her kill

She can hear her mother’s calls

She lands close by, and breaths a sigh

as she leaves her altered state

Her mother pride, she cannot hide

As she opens their front gate.