There it was, the queen’s silouette, dark black against her creation. The evening festival would begin as soon as the beautiful array left, leaving a solid midnight blue sky with a single crescent moon to illuminate the activities.
It wasn’t All Hallows’ eve as the witch predicted, but the winter solstice, the real start of evil. Soon the goblins would come out from their snow laden caves and do their worst. Their favorite targets were the homeless children, the old and weak, and the beggars in the street.
The queen was letting her subjects pay the price for her beauty.