Beautiful she is, without a fear
The midnight moon rises high,
Now it is full and clear
Her silver eyes flash about, dark hair flaring out
She glances over her shoulder
No creature dare moves in her path,
Save for the black Raven birds
Her magical familiars
Silky strands of magic release,
Wavering through the air,
Before disappearing
The night shall be long, and the magic longer
Before the moons light dare cease
All holds still on this haunting night,
A vision to those who behold it
Her own little memories fade away
As the haunted night, turns into an ordinary day
The year goes by, no sign of the beautiful woman
The night comes and she finally returns, Ravens still following her presence
All Hallows Eve is here once more, letting her magic return
Moonlight rises once more, as those silver eyes dare all to quietness, yet again
Jessica Millsaps
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/halloweens-last-gift/
