You are plump and proud and still
Staring with sightless eyes
Forcing an emotionless grin
cool and smooth, mute and helpless
A hand slithers into your innards
It is dark and you are
nothing but a decoration,
a traditional fixture on my porch
You will not stay there long
for once the Eve of All Hallows
is through,
You will be useless, a nuisance, useless
the chilly air on your skin
will dissipate
and into a greedy black can you'll go,
pieces of your body strewn everywhere
A rather cruel death
for an innocent pumpkin
Such as yourself.
