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Through the twisted branches and up the steep hill<br />
Lay the tired town of Hornlone Ville<br />
As darkness rose and twilight fell<br />
All stray creatures rose from hell<br />
Groping the silence of the night<br />
pouncing and prancing without the least contrite<br />
In the sky above a single bat did soar<br />
Hallows Eve had come once more . . .<br />
A lonely gentleman -- his eyes to heaven above<br />
For the memory of his departed love<br />
“I grieve on the anniversary of my lost bride<br />
Three Hallows eve past is when she died.<br />
Oh, that night, three years ago<br />
the chilling wind from the east did blow<br />
The trees in unison embraced my house<br />
That dreadful night, I lost my spouse”<br />
Devoid of emotion, he trudged graveyard bound<br />
Shuffling through darkened streets nary a sound<br />
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Reaching the site in which his love lay<br />
Who died three years ago on this very day<br />
The young man knelt beside the dust covered stone<br />
Talking to his departed, thinking he was alone<br />
“My love has only grown with another year gone by,<br />
I wish to be with you,” he whispered with a sigh<br />
“Until next year, we must say our goodbyes.”<br />
But, lurking amidst the bushes was a pair of yellow<br />
eyes<br />
As he bent to kiss her name<br />
A shaft of fire from the bushes aflame<br />
The smoke cleared in the tired village of Hornlone<br />
Another name appeared on that very graveyard stone.<br />
Eternal love he did achieve<br />
At last on Hallows Eve<br />
Lucy Donnally<br />
Stephanie Ironson
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