A stingy watchman named Jack, never made it back, from drinking with the devil
So they say, he made the Prince of Darkness pay, for the drinks of their revel
Furthermore, being tight, he kept Satan's money that night, making it Moloch's loss
And made the evil one agree, that in hell he would never be, with the aid of a cross
When he died, in heaven he wished to abide, but God said no!
A man that makes a deal, and does steal, from the devil belongs below
But Satan, with a grin, wouldn't let Jack in, between heaven and hell he must roam
So that no more deals could he make, Lucifer his tongue did take, now Jack's silent, without a home
But he gave Jack a coal, to light his way while on patrol, as he wanders through the night
Not to burn his hand, the coal he jammed, into a stolen skull, where as a lantern it shines bright
Don't let your desire, to follow fools fire, willow the wisp or the fire of a fairy
Lead you to dark places, where Jack's face is, or your head he may carry
Now he needs a child's soul, to fuel his coal, and keep his lantern alight
On All Hallow's Eve, don't let him you deceive, a jack-o-lantern's lost soul could take yours tonight
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: October 27th, 2022 06:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
And just before I'm going to bed too....
Something to do with Halloween?
Seems like a fairly commercial enterprise to me (like Xmas gone wrong?)
Still there's a couple of houses in my street that seem to get it...
As far as I can gather, you are in tune with the spirit of it all,
I'm usually humbug on holidays but thought what the heck give it one more try.
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