I sit inside a carved orange grin
Watching the veil grow dangerously thin
Wax drips slow like honey on the rind
Midnight bus rattles past leaving smoke behind
Hollow light burns through the Samhain night
Holding the dark until morning is bright
Embers cough smoke in the freezing air
I am the witness tethered there
Turnip faces once held this same flame
Now pumpkin skin bears the family name
Apples bob in a bucket by the gate
I flicker frames at a steady rate
Hollow light burns through the Samhain night
Holding the dark until morning is bright
Embers cough smoke in the freezing air
I am the witness tethered there
Bone-white fingers tap on the window pane
Asking for warmth asking for the rain
I gut the cold with a yellow tongue
Songs of the dead remain unsung
Hollow light burns through the Samhain night
Holding the dark until morning is bright
Embers cough smoke in the freezing air
I am the witness tethered there
Smoke curls up like a question mark
Drifting past the graveyard park
Shutter clicks in the soot and grime
Developing time one frame at a time
Wind tries to swallow the gutting glow
But I know the way the old spirits go
Thick peel protects the fragile heart
Art persists though worlds apart
Dawn bleeds grey on the cobblestone street
Melting the magic under my feet
Shell collapses in a pile of ash
Memory develops in a sudden flash
Hollow light burns through the Samhain night
Holding the dark until morning is bright
Embers cough smoke in the freezing air
I am the witness tethered there
Hollow light burns through the Samhain night
Wax pool cools on the cold stone floor
Dark develops prints forevermore