To cut into the skin
He slowly sliced and carved the flesh —
Removed the guts
within
The fluids
dripped along the edge,
The innards on
the floor
He grinned with pride at his design
And then he cut some more.
The heads he carved were thirty-one
Each one a face of death
They showed the fate each one would meet
Exhaling their last breath.
Orange faces glowed from flames within
With evil leers and smiles.
They brought with them fatality
Their intentions were vile
The pumpkin carver knew their doom
And he designed their fate
Their death was his conception mixed
With pure malicious hate
For each day of October's month
So many ways to die
A pumpkin showed how lives would end
Until Samhain arrived
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