She sits in a garden
On a cold autumn night,
The flowers surrounding her
An eerie sight.
Poppies and roses
Gleam starkly white,
While glistening angels
On marble wings take flight.
She's there in the full of the moon.
The blossoms mark
The homes of the dead,
Where remnants of lives
Lie in a dark bed.
Cold stone and damp earth
Here all life has fled,
She seems to wait eagerly,
Without any dread.
She's there in the full of the moon.
She waits for her lover
Named Halloween Bill,
He comes here to find her
Answering her will.
His own needs denied,
Her desires he'll fulfill,
For he loves her yet
And she loves him still.
She's there in the full of the moon.
They mark each year
Remembering the start
That bound them together,
Mating each heart,
One to the other,
Ne'er sundering apart.
A scar they both bear
From Cupid's dart.
She's there in the full of the moon.
Restless she paces,
Her skirts wave to and fro,
She hates how he keeps her
Wanting him so.
He's never early to come here,
Nor late to go.
Trapped by the moonlight
As night winds, they blow.
She's there in the full of the moon.
At last he appears, breathless,
She regards his dear face.
His smile and delight
Makes her heartbeat race.
Weakly she falls into
His loving embrace.
The curve of his lips
Shaking fingers trace.
She's there in the full of the moon.
