Walking down the Halloween night on the streets of the ghosts

Where a grin and a glass of Bloody Mary

Stole the show

We giggled and we juggled on the cloaks and the blood stained forks

As the frozen hands touched the shrunk breasts of those who lie under the lost graves

As a thorn pierced my wrist and what poured out was a delicacy much relished

Of those whose abode were the webbed streets and celebration

Once again the Halloween night on the streets of the ghosts