It’s a stormy Hallow’s Eve
Children are already roaming the streets
From princess’s to gremlins, all here to see
There is one thing quite unsettling
A man under an umbrella staring right at me
Seems his soul left his eyes,
Skin to match the moon at night
But with him flies
a big blue butterfly
Wings so bright they could be a star dancing in the sky
He didn’t speak a word
Just sat and observed
M...