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"HALLOWEEN SURPRISE" Co-write by Curious Onlooker and Valerie Lynn

"HALLOWEEN SURPRISE" Co-write by Curious Onlooker and Valerie Lynn

I heard a whisper on the night of the 14th, that owls stalk the old church on the hill where shadows dance to a voice so shrill, you claim the voices said to kill, where were you when those voices grew?
Curious: I was at a cemetery father watering flowers
Priest: And you?
Valerie: I was there too
Night after night we walked amongst tombs
Silently plotting our very first kill
All Hallows' Eve was the night for,
This thrill
We observed her from a distance wandering streets
Dressed in blue sparkles with butterfly wings
She was just ten
Much too pure and too sweet
All alone, shouting  "come trick or come treat"
That night we had goodies and gadgets galore
Please come inside for I promise there's more
She happily followed, so young and so free
We grinned, but in secret were baring our teeth
We ripped off her wings; no fairy shall fly
Into the crypt went her him and I
We spent time together before it was done
The wings were not found and she never made a sound
For her and the ground have now become one 

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mark thomas

Great write ..good Halloween stuff....

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Valerie Lynn

Thank you Mark for reading!! Appreciate the comment!!

Val ❤️ 

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sparrowsong

Hello Val and Curious...

Great Co-write!

Thank you for the SPOOK!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Valerie Lynn

You are welcome sparrowsong! Happy you enjoyed this one!! Much Love!

Val ❤️ 

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