There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have seen grown men give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Dawn, the Pumpkin Queen
Have grown so tired of the same old thing

Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known

I'm a mistress of fright, and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Missus Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations

But who here would ever understand
That the Pumpkin Queen with the skeleton grin
Would tire of her crown, if they only understood
She'd give it all up if she only could

Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears



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Dawn|30|Fangirl|Bookworm

Total sunshine with just the right amount (truckload) of sass.

Total respect. No judgements.

Cheers!
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