Jack

Knife is sharp and lines are dark. Guts are out and strewn about.

Fresh cut eyes and a juicy smile. Hope that he can stay for awhile. The cold wind blows right through his nose. The flame it flickers crimson like a rose.

My jack o' lantern is the best. He's nothing like the rest. He sits outside by my door. A whole new world to explore.

He guards and watches with his light. All the way through Halloween night. After time he shrivels up. His flame goes out, the candles used up.

The flies they circle 'round his head. Get the shovel out the shed. Haven't you heard the old year's dead?

He's done his job, he's kept us safe. Now it's time to put him in his resting place.

Farewell my friend, this is the end. Til' next year when it begins again.