Poem -

Jack o Lantern

Wicked eyes, with leering smile,
Burning fires within hollow pits,
The empty pumpkin watches!
Cackling hues in shades of crimson,
Lights the night with dancing shadows,
As the empty pumpkin smiles!
Eery flicker as souls consumed,
For eager sacrifice in receptacles,
Whilst pumpkin shell does glow!
Candy flows like blood,
Whilst God cries at adopted rites,
And pumpkin head does cackle!
Innocent souls feeding burning fires,
As joyous celebrations tap the streets,
As pumpkin head does echo!
While silent eyes observes the scenes
Through Jack o Lantern eyes,
Babes in macabre dress
Have dancing fingers of orange hues,
Gripping, feasting on their innocence,
While evil face of pumpkin leers!
All around echoes trick or treat,
With laughter mingling with the night,
Behind once evil masks
Lurks eager youthful smiles,
As pumpkin head does burn!
No malice in unhidden eyes is seen,
Yet deep within the pumpkin frame,
A empty hollow does be filled.
Innocent children's jubilation,
Grants annual evil sustenance,
To a malignant evil pagan god,
Wearing a hollow pumpkin head!
Jack o Lantern, all a glow,
Lights the darkness of the night,
Illuminating celebrations,
On this night of remembered dead!

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