At every doorstep, flaming fiends arrayed
Grimaces of candlelight on display
Those orange orbs with stretched grins, carved out by blades
Their thick skin sawed through, pieces cut away.
Insides gutted out by blunt spoons scraping
Removing glops of pulp until hollow
The jagged mouths, the diamond eyes gaping
Grotesque features gleam with an eerie glow
Shining spectacles of flickering light.
The magic spell they cast, its power fleets.
Jack o’lanterns sparkle for just one night
For by dawn they'll be scattered in the streets.
If only your crimes could be forgotten
Just as suddenly as a smashed pumpkin.
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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