Fiery pumpkin head,
With your burning eyes,
Flames dancing inside,
Like a million fireflies,
Your sharp crooked teeth,
Framed by a grin,
Malevolent and twisted,
Holding evil within,
A pact with Satan,
On All Hallows Eve,
Worshipped by witches,
Whose spells you help weave,
Watching intently,
Through burning vision,
As warlocks dance,
Till the morn has risen,
As the dark starts to fade,
And the sun begins to glow,
Until next Halloween,
Into soup and pie you will go!
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