That wicked Halloween haunts still,
in dreams she comes to him to tell
of the night she died on Grays Hill,
hacked to pieces that night of hell.
Halloween night draws near so fast,
days beginning to show autumn,
nights grow colder and longer last,
to this graveyard longing brought him.
It has been long, one year ago,
his beloved was killed and buried,
when he was gone, he loves her so,
they were to be blessed and married.
Sarah Mae so loved Halloween,
passing out candy to each kid,
she always dressed up like a queen,
the kids loved her, everyone did.
She is gone now, not forgotten,
taken quick by an insane man,
the police have not yet caught him,
though blood has surely stained his hand.
Her beloved vows to find killer,
his search for killer will not cease,
always he will love and miss her,
now he must give her spirit peace.
So he waits for Halloween night,
to find out who her killer be,
do what must be done, set things right,
avenge and set her spirit free.
Ex-Marine, Black Belt master,
razor machete custom made,
no warrior ever faster,
cunning and quick, they call him Blade.
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns