I’m Hungry for the Pumpkin

Darkness lay against a full moon, while the owl hoots from afar
No telling what comes next for it is Halloween night and all is still
Though behind the oak trees hiding, are ghostly spirits ready to scar
The children in their costumes have all gone home
Now all that’s left is the restless frost upon the pumpkin patch
A long time ago a young man was found half eaten and strangled by the pumpkin vines
His soul lost and each Halloween he is seen walking down the fields eating dripping wet seeds running down his chin and chest
As he is hungry for the pumpkin and the farmer who planted them
Carrying a carving knife, ready to cut out the eyes, then the nose , and mouth
The legend tells of an old country farmer who lost his son on the goblins night
Revenge in the night, when he lay pretending to sleep
And when someone passes by  much to their surprise their neck is wrapped in pumpkin vines, and slowly they suffocate and die
The blood will gush from his mouth, as his throat is slit, as his eyes gouged out , and his nose he holds draining the mucus from his palms
Let the spirits of the night continue to fright until the farmer comes home and shuts off his lights