Post by AquarianM on Oct 28, 2008 2:43:19 GMT -5
Dark Night Of The Pumpkin Gnarls...
The King of Frost comes,
King Jack The Crystal Whisperer,
Blowing in on the night wind howling,
He rounds the corners of your house,
Stealing mercury from thermometers,
All the better for the crazy webs he weaves.
His armies steal the heat from everything,
Setting Summer to sleep,
Mimicking the twinkling cold lights in the sky,
He whites the grasses and leaves,
Ghostly for your awakening,
Leaving his stealth army waiting.
The Pumpkin Gnarls sit on sidewalks and porches,
Orange with green warrior's top knots,
Awaiting their birth in pain of the carvers' knives,
Dreaming of seedy earth and loam,
Seeping waters and worms and bees,
Frozen or tucked away tight from Crystal Jack's thieving reach.
Faces come alive as they spill their guts,
Spend their seeds in roasting ovens,
Fearing the threat of Bakers' pies,
They await their lighted fate.
Bats and spooks are their companions,
Witches cackle and howl,
With tea lights and candles the Gnarls live their brutal short lives,
Waiting for the darkening night winds,
When the lights flicker out that night beware,
For the Gnarls rise.
Filled with the darkened souls of a century of dead Lanterns,
The Pumpkin Gnarls twitch and twitter when the candles die,
Rising as fearsome Pumpkin Jacks to stalk the candied frozen night.
Frozen vine claws clench,
Become legs that skitter and skooch,
They search for anything living,
To taste their bright warm eyes,
Soul-stealers and flesh-slashers,
In a day or two they melt away,
In the rotted death of their wicked ways.
Keep clear your face from the Jack O' Lanterns,
Lest their light flicker out,
They see you then on All Hallows Eve,
A tasty treat all gore and warmth,
Waiting to scream out steaming last breaths,
All for the plucking of eyes,
Green and brown and blue and grey,
You see them then they see YOU.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/27/2008
The King of Frost comes,
King Jack The Crystal Whisperer,
Blowing in on the night wind howling,
He rounds the corners of your house,
Stealing mercury from thermometers,
All the better for the crazy webs he weaves.
His armies steal the heat from everything,
Setting Summer to sleep,
Mimicking the twinkling cold lights in the sky,
He whites the grasses and leaves,
Ghostly for your awakening,
Leaving his stealth army waiting.
The Pumpkin Gnarls sit on sidewalks and porches,
Orange with green warrior's top knots,
Awaiting their birth in pain of the carvers' knives,
Dreaming of seedy earth and loam,
Seeping waters and worms and bees,
Frozen or tucked away tight from Crystal Jack's thieving reach.
Faces come alive as they spill their guts,
Spend their seeds in roasting ovens,
Fearing the threat of Bakers' pies,
They await their lighted fate.
Bats and spooks are their companions,
Witches cackle and howl,
With tea lights and candles the Gnarls live their brutal short lives,
Waiting for the darkening night winds,
When the lights flicker out that night beware,
For the Gnarls rise.
Filled with the darkened souls of a century of dead Lanterns,
The Pumpkin Gnarls twitch and twitter when the candles die,
Rising as fearsome Pumpkin Jacks to stalk the candied frozen night.
Frozen vine claws clench,
Become legs that skitter and skooch,
They search for anything living,
To taste their bright warm eyes,
Soul-stealers and flesh-slashers,
In a day or two they melt away,
In the rotted death of their wicked ways.
Keep clear your face from the Jack O' Lanterns,
Lest their light flicker out,
They see you then on All Hallows Eve,
A tasty treat all gore and warmth,
Waiting to scream out steaming last breaths,
All for the plucking of eyes,
Green and brown and blue and grey,
You see them then they see YOU.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/27/2008
