Poem -
The Pumpkin Lord...
Tonight, on this night he will rise once again
his waking hour is upon us; the white moon
eclipsed by the red planet. Fading star lights
Part ways now, go home and lock your doors
under deep ground he sleeps till his time
murmurs of his terror from years past, fears last
past the pumpkin patch, past the corn field
keep away. Warning: Do Not Make A Sound
in the night he will come. In the light his
nightly shadow will blacken these halls. . .
Leader of the undying, spare us fearful
our souls are yours to command, consume;
resume thine position on the iron throne
dare you enter The Pumpkin Lord's realm
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Comments
amazing
Thank you, thank you
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This one gave me thrills and drills, be alert for the pumpkin king will strike you down. Warning DO NOT MAKE A SOUND! hehehe Loving it :)