The Pumpkin King by Don Bernal   I am the Pumpkin King! I am the rage! Hear my laughter, hear my joy! Ringing sweetly...hear the noise. Rise up softly, feel the rage. See how quietly it remains. But turn the pillow, and you will see. How delicious it is to be me. There you see a little corner of my room There you hear the sounds of another room. Now the thunder laughs in your face There's the summer your sun hates I am the keeper of the night I am the ghost upon your shell I am the little bug in your hair Who else brings the stories of fright It is I, I who brings the noise Like Santa and all his toys There, your hear the laughter in the air. Turn into screams, my mark 'I was there' Here comes the angel of Halloween night There you sing my praises of fright Shadows dance in the moonlight glare White sheets fold upon my stare I am the propagator of gloom I shout the horror to the moon There is nothing to be afraid Just the Pumpkin King holding a grenade Shout as loud as the kingdom is wide Yell to the top of your lungs, till the silence cannot hide Sing my praises, my glory to all I bring the terror, lets the horrible fall Who brings fear to a quiet night Whisper and you may hear the song yet Silence...there...there... Can you feel the tremor in the air! I am the Pumpkin, I bring the Halloween night I am the grim reaper to take all souls tonight I am the one who's face brings screams that rattle to the bone I am the Pumpkin King, welcome to my home.
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