I met a beautiful stranger one Halloween night.
I saw her in the light of the bonfire.
Her black dress melting into the dark.
Her voice was the only sound thrumming,
Over the crackling firewood,
With tongues of flames leaping up,
And shooting into the smoky air.
Dark silhouettes of people around,
A deathly still night, inky sky and,
I met a beautiful stranger one Halloween night.
She's a poet in her  heart.

Turning the hands of time fast forward,
We come to another Halloween.
The stranger and I are sitting hand in hand,
Gripping our seats, watching a horror film.
Same place, same unending night,
Same old dying wooden flames.
And we're trying out scary devil masks,
And laughing our heads off.
I met that beautiful stranger one Halloween night.

Time has passed a lot.
The beautiful stranger and me
Have spent two years together and yet,
We couldn't get enough of each other.
How strange is this accidental friendship?
And stranger still is the stranger herself.
But she's the one shielding me sometimes,
From a even colder, darker and stranger world.
I met a beautiful stranger one Halloween night.

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