Halloween Born spirit

Witching hour when she was born,

Halloween night’s darkest moment

Wizards and sorceress were out to torment.

Just a little before next morn,

Her bearer laid torn,

Emerging through encasement,

A baby scorpion set free from entrapment.

Growing over years her heart forlorn.

Pure and passionate to all,

But relentless in brawl.

Those that mess around

Laid flat on ground

Like a torch bearer she stood

A legacy of truth and good