Ms. Misery

Ms. Misery

She walks down the graves, autumn leaves falling
In the night while the ghouls are calling
She enjoys it in her black lace, a wicked porcelain smile disfiguring her face
Yellow eyes stare from unmarked stones
at her, ethereal and all alone
Alone, except melancholy, her best friend
To the graves was where she would tend
Dead roses dripping with blood and gore
Scattered remains of things no more
Dancing demons played and danced
while wicked imps rhythmically pranced
The night had called and she called back
in her funeral dress of lace and black
Pumpkins, forlornly smiling seemed to say
‘Welcome Ms. Misery on Halloween Day’
Maggots ate the orange and rot
Ms. Misery liked the scene a lot
A black umbrella for the spirit’s rain
Bouquet of dead roses to signify the pain
The moon is full and eerie white
Children shrieking with terrible fright
Weeping willows ran fingers down her hair
She saw trick-or treaters and gave them quite a scare
They even left candy traces
A devil and a Frankenstein, painted faces
She kicked the dead leaves with her black shoes
scaring children was no new news
She took company in her lonely woe
wandering in the graveyard to and fro
She heard whispers as thick as the graves
She found her way to a little rave
Demons and goblins greeted her there
They danced with her misery
they thought it was fair
Then, she saw the sun come up
and dropped her silver demon cup
Putrid wine spilled on floor
and Ms. Misery was no more