The One Night Of The Year That Monsters Can Get Away With Anything

I wrote this three years ago. It still fits Halloween. I thought I'd share it again.

The One Night Of The Year That Monsters Can Get Away With Anything

An elegant waxing street lamp of a moon looks down on this freezing city
Vampires and wolves are pacing the glassy streets
The scent of expensive perfume and hair product in their nostrils
This is a new version of an old game, an advancing hunt for this moment
Enter a perfectly landscaped home with just the right amount of souls
Glowing contact eyes tracing the lines of the masks in the dimly lit room
He spots his prey over the plastic cups in hands of all designs
She's a girl pretending to be a woman, refined lace curving on her thighs
He's intrigued by the way her angel wings hang so much better than the others
Across the living room dance floor he passes over the recently deceased
The curve of his mouth catches her off guard, but she can't look away
He encircles her small frame, it carries her by inexpensive wine earlier downed
The kill's almost complete, but no, it can't go down here
He steals her away from the social niceties back to his own secret alcove
It doesn't take long, you wouldn't have heard the slightest sound
His fangs sink deeply within her as her wings fall to the floor
The darkness of shrouding sheets holding them now
Who will they be when they wake up tomorrow?
Who will they be?