Sitting still on
Solid ground
Foggy mists
All around
Can't escape
Octobers night
Cool breeze
Shadows fright
Eyes of fire
As it glow
Mouth so wide
Tooth below
Staring deep
Into your soul
Orange pumpkins
Days of ole
Eerie whispers
Calling you
Watching every
Step you do
Pumpkins gather
With a grin
Make it seems
You're their friend
Big little shapes
Of a pumpkin
Evil exists and
So does Crumpkin...
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