An all hallowed eve
Breathes a sigh of relief.
Expectations gained release
Of It's hold through the grief.
A tectonic shift,
shakes The beast's lair.
Awakening it from dreams
Of love so rare.
Through shifting dust
And mind numbing brightness,
The eyelids crinkle and snap
Open to the sight of her exact likeness.
A squeal of glee
Escapes the little girl's lips.
"Mommy!" She exclaims, loudly
Because of the growl that slips,
Before Mom scoops her up,
Tickling, kissing and then a hug.
She looks at the picture on the dresser,
"Honey, I'll fight for our little ladybug."