Rising from the roses cast
A fragrant mist
The swords discarded.
And as for those who dare still last
A pin to the palms
The poison strikes.
But what is of the little one
The agile
The brave?
Braced beneath the growing vines
The holder of the rose?
A swashbuckler cunning
Little but true
The blood-red spores
That she had conjured grew.
And as your Halloween wishes come true
You may catch a whiff
Of her assassin's gloom.
Keep Traveling
Part I of the Hallowen 2013 Series
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