On All Hallows night,
The fairy queen,
Walks in the silence,
Of the moonlit dock.
Her coat of leaves,
As red as night,
Swirling, swirling,
Her bare feet
Gliding the oaken boards. 

Remember,
The beauty of July,
Her blonde hair,
Hanging loose, around
Her slim shoulders,
Her slender frame,
Wrapped in a tight black shawl.
Remember,
The beauty she brought,
And the havoc,
She wreaked in your heart? 

October now,
Almost November,
And the heat of the summer is gone,
But not the passion, and the desire
Amid the swirling
Ghostly mist.
Ghosts indeed,
Are all she left for you.

And back in the house,
The virgin bride,
Lies amid her white sheets,
Her thighs spread,
Her lips whispering his name,
As her fingers delve,
In the swollen folds,
Of her freshly plundered pussy.
Not just her sex,
Has been plundered,
But pussy, rose and mouth.
All felt his desire,
And surrendered,
To his overwhelming lust.
All have taken the brunt of his shaft,
Stiffened by lust,
For her untaken beauty.
Now she has been roughly taken
Now she knows the heat,
Of a lovers desire.

The fairy queen walks,
On all hallows night,
Picturing the scene,
Of the sweet virgin undone.
“It will not always be so,
Before the year is done,
“She will savour the kiss,
Of my fairy tongue,
And my fingers in her tail,
My spell shall outlast his love,
And never again,
Shall she speak his name.” 

You remember now
How she toyed with your heart?
She covets what others have.
The fairy queen walks,
On All Hallows night,
And you know she is there,
As pale as the autumn mist,
As wan as the autumn moon. 
 
Somewhere, far away
A debutante dances,
In a chiffon dress,
And her new high heels,
A rose at her breast.
Unaware,
Of how time passes,
And only hope lies ahead.
Dreams and desires,
A glass of champagne
Newly tried,
And a man’s glances,
She catches, catches
Blushes,
And looks away.
The stage set,
The story told,
Hers,
To hold
But time, time,
All passes away. 

On all Hallows night,
The fairy queen,
Walks,
Amid the mist,
And the mist covers all.
2015.