The pumpkin smiles upon the doorstep, its face shining with an inner light. Orange gourd and guardian of the night, smile on, my friend, smile on. There are terrors that hide in shadows, and nightmares ride on the winds of dreams. So, let your bright face gleam and ward the darkness off. Glad gourd, glow, your great vigil keep as this house sleeps. Terrors come, must come, and thou, pumpkin, must wait upon your step, stand in their way, and smiling send the demons back to Hell. Pumpkin, I am glad to see thee and watch your flickering soul tonight.
Glad Gourd Glow
Tale Told 