Day Of The Dead I

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A Halloween special;

The night was stiff,

She was still

He was coming

She was crying

What lie between were few and far between,

But he was not

A shadow flittering amongst the brown and green,

The red and yellows crunching 'neath his feet,

Ravens watching down in all their frightening glory,

A blade of curven moonlight pointing into infinity bobbing about,

She glanced around the tree,

It slashed, she screamed, he missed

They ran like cat and mouse thru orange and brown,

She fell with a scream, he pounced with a shout, it stabbed with hellish hate,

Trees moaned as ravens tensed,

They struggled 'round the reds and oranges,

All awaiting the ruby drops that followed the sickening squelch of flesh. . .

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