Upon This Pumpkin Night.

Upon This Pumpkin Night.

The wind blew cold across the land,

As the full moon rose high and bright,

Fiendish play did frolic high,

Upon that dreadful night.

What fever gripped the docile state?

As he lay upon the ground,

Awoke his mind from slumbering dreams,

To the wondrous night abound.

Yet forces pulled upon his girth,

Ripped from the sheltered earth.

Whisked away from all he knew.

Laid bare on the stony hearth.

Like vultures did their cuts sink deep,

Their blades were sharp and cold,

Flesh was torn, sliced and ripped,

Their torture on him were bold.

Burning bright was the fire,

That was lit within his shell.

Seared and blackened, it turned his soul

Cursed into this very hell.

Upon a pedestal he was placed,

His perfect flesh cut and marred,

Anger and rage replace his joy,

His life forever scarred.

The moon rose high on that night,

Its silvery light did glow,

Illuminating the ghostly frights,

That haunt the earth below.

All night he watched as evil lurked,

In the shadows dark and cold,

Then abandoned in the murky light,

Alone and hurt and old.

With a flash of light, a fire grew.

Winds whipped the leaves so high,

As evil galloped across the land,

Reaching out toward the sky.

It stopped before him, this massive steed,

It’s eyes ablaze with fire,

The torso sat, quiet and still,

No head upon the Squire.

Cold hands reached out, and up he rose,

Placed upon the headless breast

A bloodied fit, an evil grin,

Flames engulfed the pair possessed.

A malicious laugh and off they rode,

Reigning malice over one and all,

The ghoul and mask are one at last.

And bring fear with their yearly squall.

So, listen to my words of warning,

And travel carefully tonight,

Beware the Squire with the fiery head.

Upon this pumpkin night.

Copyright 2014 Dark Conteur Collection of Works


About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

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