A lonely tin rolls across the car park
The wind is up and it is getting dark
Turning her collar up against the rain
Walking the way she always does, again
Her footsteps match her heart beat
Hurrying towards the light of the street.
Icy cold she begins to shiver
No umbrella she wished she had it with her.
A sound behind her makes her jump
Bringing to her throat a painful lump.
Terror and panic have her in their grasp
Searching for her key, fighting with her handbag clasp.
The street light flickers and goes out
She is scared now no doubt!
Sweat runs down her face
Her heart running wild , such a pace
Suddenly the door opens and
A huge and pale Vampire stands
He’s the most scary sight she has seen
Smiling he says your late love, Happy Halloween!
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