Sink

Down in the depths

Of the murky deep

Are the discarded Jack-o’-lanterns

That no one ever keeps

~

After that night

Called All Hallows’ Eve

When they light up the dark

Until the trick or treaters leave

~

Then their candles grow dim

And at the chime of midnight

All the Jacks are collected

Under filtered moonlight

~

By a glowing specter who drops them

In a swamp with no name

Plunk, plunk, plunk

The dark water douses their flames

~

One after the other

The Jacks sink into the moat

Beneath the fallen tree

Where the autumn leaves float

~

There they lay in wait

For the same night each year

When a new crop of Jacks

Will slowly sink and disappear

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