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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Driving down the highway In the pitch black dead of night The hairs on the back of my neck Indications, not all is right A long meandering bend In the distance reveals a glow Has captured my curiosity My driving runs to slow I pull in to the kerbside Beside a country church I make my way towards the glow In curiosity search Up in the distance I hear the sound of chanting It has the feeling of evil Dark, eerie and haunting I reach a harvested clearing Beside a tree I stand The chanting is now a visual Children in a circle stand Standing in the middle A figure is set ablaze A wicker man type shape As the fire with him plays Once the chantings finished The children start to dance In hypnotic trancing fashion They sing as they prance Ring a ring of pumpkins Theirs fire in his eyes Us children of the fields As we dance, the burning pumpkin cries More and more they dance As the flames climb his frame The louder the children chant Tells me, this is no game As I slowly watch The fire erupts through it's eyes As if with a rush of oxygen The last of all it's cries When the fire deadens The children turn and go Every one a blond Their eyes in yellow glow Across the field they skip Singing the same song It's time for me to leave For here I don't belong Ring a ring of pumpkins Theirs fire in his eyes Us children of the fields As we dance, the burning pumpkin cries In nervous stealth like fashion I head back to my car My speed turns to fast From that glow, I'll soon be far The next day in the paper And the headline on the news In the town that I just drove through A body in melted fuse Every Halloween A missing dispatch is sent Am I the one who knows How his last moments were spent Every night for weeks I cannot get to sleep All I hear inside my head Their words on me slowly creep Ring a ring of pumpkins Theirs fire in his eyes Us children of the fields As we dance, the burning pumpkin cries http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-7.php
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