Night Of The Pumpkin Strangers

Under the rustle of midnight crows Where the wind howls secrets never known Came the strangers with hollowed glow Carved from earth, where pumpkins grow With twisted roots and ancient bark They slither through the velvet dark Their faces burn with ember eyes Harvesters of haunted skies Pumpkin strangers from distant stars Riding down on beams of scars They've come to claim the embered night Where phantoms bend and fires bite In fields where corn once bowed and bent Now rise the forms from heaven sent Their laughter crackles like the frost In the dance where time is lost Through the cracks of brittle ground They whisper songs without a sound The earth splits open roots descend In this night that has no end Pumpkin strangers from distant stars Riding down on beams of scars They've come to claim the embered night Where phantoms bend and fires bite And when the dawn forgets to rise And daylight flees the mourning skies The pumpkin strangers will leave their mark Carved in stone where stories start