Jack O' Lantern returns!

Long shadows fall

inside the dead forest's hall

Eerie music play

the spirit hunts its prey

Eyes of fire stare

the presence of a nightmare

Trees are dancing the witches' dance

Jack is after me, I don't stand a chance

Fingernails scratch the earth, seeking for my neck

rats and owls laugh at me, I'm a nervous wreck

A parody of life, with a pumpkin as a head

a living scarecrow, king of the undead

This is as far as I can go, I have nowhere to run

no sign of light, no sign of the sun

Dear stranger read this poem and let it burn

for tonight Jack O' Lantern shall return