Autumn Transient

halloween pumpkin

The streets gleam
Rain has passed

Now the morning
Is bathed in warm golden tones
Trees silver sheen a sharp contrast

The Pumpkins
Cynical grin askew
Day of the death

You have been in your grave for decades
The pain you caused lives on
Every day

Eventually the candle in the pumpkin
Like your life one day

The grin hollow now
Half rotten shell
Always empty
Even when you were still alive

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