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Truth of My Demise

Updated on October 10, 2014

If you’re faint of heart,

Draw not close enough to hear

For my story might even bring

A calloused soul to tears


My departed soul returns

To entreat of you this day

That justice might prevail

For evil that came my way


On a cool brisk autumn morning

With dew upon the ground
I sat alone meditating,

The sun above me shining down


Oft I heard a turtle dove

Softly cooing on the breeze

Not noticing the scoundrels

Stealthily sneaking behind me


They took me to a house

Of which I’d never seen before

And carried me around the back

and through the kitchen door


They placed me on a table

with newspapers all around

And shoved a knife inside me,

There was no hope to be found


They shoved a spoon inside

And scraped my entrails from within

Then with an evil gleam

They started cutting me again


As they continued, the horror

Suffered is painful to describe

The morbidity of this

may make One feel queasy deep inside


They cut away my nose

and left a morbid frightful mess

And as to what they started next

was maniacal at best


The shoved the knife into my face

And carved a gruesome smile

With a kind of sickening joy

They jested, laughing all the while

They set my hollowed carcass

On the porch that night you see

And to add humility

They placed a candle inside of me


They left me out there all night long

In the damp and cold night air

Like a trophy from a conquest

They left me sitting there


But these charlatans weren’t finished;

They weren’t yet done with me

The worst was yet to come

when finally morning came to be


They carried me inside

And too the kitchen table once again

Then chopped me into pieces

and peeled away my skin


In a pot of scalding water

they put my body in

Cooking it down to mush

for them to use again


This travesty continued

as They made some pies from me

And served me as desert

for all their friends to see


There’s no evidence to offer,

Not a crumb of pie crust left

My seeds were washed and toasted

And shared amongst their guest


From the field they took me,

They’re plowed and seeded once again

And the remnants of my existence

are but a memory now my friend


Though my soul has departed from me

And set to haunt eternally

Within the gloomy shadows

Until the season comes again to be


On a cold dark Halloween’s eve

If ghost stories should arise

Perhaps you share this epitaph

And the truth of my demise


Jack O’Lantern Postscript©

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      must65gt 4 years ago

      lol.....thanks ...this was fun to write and as a point of interest, will be published on 10/29/2012 in the DeLand Beacon just in time for halloween. I really appreciate your taking time to stop by and read....God Bless

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      frogyfish 4 years ago

      OK, I just knew you couldn't be really grisly, so I decided to catch on when 'they shoved a spoon inside and scraped my entrails...'. The more I read the more sure it had to be a pumpkin! Yay! You did grisly good! :-)

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      Annette Donaldson 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Still one of my favourite hubs by you Stuart. Just had to read again to witness your play on words. Well done.

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      haha, glad you enjoyed it. It was fun to make up as I went. Thanks for reading and commenting

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      Julianna 5 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

      Hilarious! lololo! Poor pumpkin I will never look at a pumpkin the same again. How sad. :(lolol! :D

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      lol..thanks Chuck. sometimes the proverbial Pat on the literary back is enough to drive us on. Thanks for stopping by.

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      Chuck 5 years ago

      Now if only you got money for the words of horror and sadness. Tis a sad injustice, there is no more compensation than a friendly pat on the literary back...:)

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      thanks very much Blue...SO glasd you enjoy it.

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      Annette Donaldson 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Had to visit and read again Stuart. Brilliant imagination you have got, and the awesome talent to turn into a great read.

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      lol.....the idea was to set you off track. Many people have stated they won;t be able to carve a pumpkin this year!. Thanks fro reading Hello and I am glad you found it entertaining...

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      Hello, hello, 5 years ago from London, UK

      That was absolutely great. Half way through I felt grizzly but then I thought hang on there is something more to it. Great idea and well done. Thank you.

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      must65gt 5 years ago

      lol.....Thanks Annette, hope I didn't ruin your holliday's

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      Annette Donaldson 5 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Stuart, you certainly caught me out with this one, especially at the beginning. I didn't dream that you were writing about the humble pumpkin. I don't think I will ever feel comfortable making pumpkin soup/pie again. lol