Dry leaves spiral round rusted iron bars
Camera clicks catch dying orange stars
Bus ticket stubs tremble inside her coat
Moon bleeds copper light across her throat
Blood orange moon rules this Halloween night
Iron gate groans in the waning light
She frames the dark where the spirits convene
Film catches magic no eyes have seen
Skeleton keys hang from broken chain links
Shutter snaps sharp where the boundary shrinks
Pumpkin smoke curls through cracked pavement veins
Her lens drinks deep what the dark retains
Blood orange moon rules this Halloween night
Iron gate groans in the waning light
She frames the dark where the spirits convene
Film catches magic no eyes have seen
Witching hour paints her fingers silver blue
Viewfinder catches what eyes miss true
Candy wrappers drift like ghost confetti
Iron gate shudders heavy and ready
Blood orange moon rules this Halloween night
Iron gate groans in the waning light
She frames the dark where the spirits convene
Film catches magic no eyes have seen
Dawn will fracture this spell of amber glass
Negatives hold what the night lets pass
She boards the bus with her pocket of spells
Gate stays guarding its private hells
Blood orange moon rules this Halloween night
Iron gate groans in the waning light
She frames the dark where the spirits convene
Film catches magic no eyes have seen