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A poem in the spirit of Halloween. It follows the legend of Jack-o-Lantern, or Stingy Jack. That's pronounced [stihn-JEE] not [sting-ee]. Part inspired by traditional folklore and part by Robert Frost.
This is from my Nightmare Before Christmas fanfic, Shade's Hollow - Chapter 7: Nightmare. It follows the following excerpt:
The scarecrow jumped away, perching on one long, hay-covered leg and twisting its body only slightly away. It turned its grinning pumpkin face to her and gently bobbed its body up and down to help keep balance. "The soul of Jack O'Lantern was barred from entering neither Heaven nor Hell, condemned to wander the mortal realm with only his lantern to guide him." the scarecrow stated in a sing-song voice. It lifted its limbs gracefully, then leapt over Bella and balanced in the same position on the other side of her.
"As All Hallow's Eve came 'round, he set out to find a place to rest, yet the people put upon their windowsills and doorsteps carved pumpkins to guard them against Jack's soul and any evil spirits that came 'round. The magical totems cast spells of protection over those who resided inside and fought off the fiends of Hallowe'en!" The scarecrow cackled wildly, promptly bursting into flames and flailing about in a bizarre, entrancing dance.
And I know there are a lot of apostrophes dancing around in this. It's supposed to help keep the flow symmetrical for each verse and represent how the scarecrow sung it in verse. I perceived the character of Scarecrow to have a traditional feel, a folklore storyteller with the flare of the wise and a touch of Southern gentleman.