Call Of A silhouette

A silhouette hazeled before me,

With golden linen around the face,

It was hard to predict the gender,

It seemed to be angry,

Only the eyes were visible,

It seemed to gleam with fury,

An unanguished anger,

A thirst for rage,

It all meant nothing to me,

It was an aftermath of Halloween's,

Explained many,

An unveiled mystery in my side.