The Girl Who Dressed as a Purple Fairy
An ode to spooky season
Every year, it’s the same dance
Don’t want to let go of summer, but Fall propose’s a dark romance
Daylight dwindles, darkness creeps in
Awakening the fancy for the spooky and the macabre within
Turn out the light, let the candles burn
Shadows leap and dance into the early morn
Tis the time for tales of terror and fright
This story takes place one Halloween night
There once was a girl dressed as a purple fairy
She stood in front of a mirror and called forth bloody Mary
It was all in good fun, never mind that ounce of dread
Until blood dripped down the mirror, and all she saw was red
In the shadows, a figure moved nearby
And then it was gone in the blink of an eye
The candles flickered, darkness closed in
Gripped with fear, unable to move, she stood frozen
The floor shifted, like someone walking past
The sound shot through her spine, and she flicked on the lights at last
It flooded the room, and everything was as it should be
However, something had been unleashed, and now roamed free
It slipped into her room and roused her from her dreams
Clipped her wings, and silenced her screams
It took up home in her body, and there for a long time it lay
Her insides in turmoil began to decay
She withdrew and became a shell of the girl she used to be
The one who dressed as a purple fairy
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Neelam Sharma
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✨ Wow… this is hauntingly beautiful! The rhythm and imagery pull me right into the atmosphere of autumn’s dark embrace. I love how it begins with that wistful transition from summer to fall — then slowly spirals into something chilling and tragic. The progression from playful Halloween fun to genuine horror is seamless, and the ending leaves such a lingering sense of sorrow and dread. It feels like a modern gothic fairytale — poetic, vivid, and deeply emotional. Absolutely mesmerizing work! 🍂🕯️