Laura's Poetry Chronicles - Part 3

Another Hallotine's Night

As the new you lurks from where the old you lies,

I gasp and hardly believe my piercing green eyes

You approach me in your newest dress in a dark purple hue

As striking as this year's patch of pumpkins, also brand new

Your lips coated in a rosy crimson tint just for me

My dear, I am spellbound and bewitched by what I see

Every pearl of your necklace is like the full moon

Now the werewolf howls along with his mate's croon

Your eyes gleam at mine with shimmery eyeshadow like smoke,

Stone grey like the inside of my ghoulishly majestic cloak

We feel as alive as Frankenstein's creature and his beloved bride

As two ghostly girlfriends sense the same magic in well-deserved pride

It has been a year since your scrumptious neck gained twin scars

It is a sensational suppertime under many jewel-like stars

In a sky as mesmerisingly dark as your silky, wavy hair

And a satin ribbon around the backrest of each chair

Candlelight gently engulfs the table as our hands entwine

The blood from a pig in our glasses is as rich as red wine

An ebony rose in a vase with tiny yet fiery thorns,

Almost as devilish as a succubus with her striped horns

We declare that the taste of lamb and pumpkin soup is nice,

Especially with chicken stock and a little hellish spice

For dessert is some candy from an unfortunate trick-or-treater,

But my unholy devotion for you tastes even sweeter

My right knee drops as I sense a commitment arise

You seem bewildered yet enchanted by this surprise

I pull out a ring as a black cat slowly pacing by listens

As eye-catching as a drop of blood, its ruby glistens

You gleefully accept as the ring fits like in the dreams of thieves

I guess that cat was lucky, even without four Spring leaves

Autumn leaves from their trees scattered near our dance

I hold you like the time your old self was in a vampiric trance

The mere thought of losing you would be the darkest of all my fears

I vow that I will love you for more than one-hundred-and-twenty-five years

I lean in closer and kiss you under the moon's light

After making the most of another Hallotine's night