I met a woman called Death,
She had bony cheeks and hidden black eyes,
She moved elegantly like a ghost from the past,
Next to a naked, dead tree.
I met a man called Spider
He was as hairy as an untamed grizzly bear in the secretive wild,
He would crawl unnaturally, under shelters of ghostly cob webs,
Near abandoned graveyard, where his dead body lies…
I met a girl called Pumpkin,
She had ginger, bushy hair like strands of straw,
And casually danced in fields of daisies,
Like a princess from a fairy-tale.