My Love for the Pumpkin King

 

Dear Jack, 

  Mr. Mask. 

    He who holds the skeleton key. 

Won't you stop that smile, 

  Sinisterly stealth, 

Oh Jack, 

  My Pumpkin King. 

Sow me so, but don't sing and dance 

 Rather why don't you leave that to me. 

Oh Jack, my Darling...

  Loving you still 

In our bones of eternity. 

The night is painted, of Dali's & Vangogh's

  But only the deep colors of everything 

and the darkest hues and all the blues 

That allow our hearts to sing. 

Oh Darkened Knight, headless too, 

  Where your head has gone, nobody knows. 

But it will always be, sown in me

My Pumpkin King's heart of old.