I looked upon the moonlight that rest upon

I looked upon the moonlight that rest upon the glen, when I realized with great pleasure that this was the moment my life had built itself up for. I had finally discovered love and

it was ripped apart by a pack of savage insufficiently nourished teenagers with the emotional range of two teaspoons buried into the ground.

It vanished within moments without a trace to be seen. If anything had been there moments ago, no proof remained of there ever have been.

Nobody would believe the eyewitness accounts, since, as previously stated, it had vanished without a trace. One previously unmentioned witness, Jane, was so shaken by it that she

People in the supermarket kept looking at Jane. She became anxious, holding the collar of her coat shut with her bony hand & acting like a Hitchcock actress. The thunder made her

skeleton glow beneath her skin, highlighting her beautiful bone structure. The murder of crows that had followed her into the supermarket mobbed the meat counter. Jane apologised

To the butcher, who was attacked by killer crows. Nick the Butcher was replaced by his sons who realised the murderer had just flown away and the case would never be solved. Autumn

took flight and Spring began, we rejoiced for after Halloween, the gates were closed, yet healed back to their original states.

So every year at Halloween we gather by the gates and sing with all our might, hoping that those on the other side can hear us and will know that everything is okay on our side.