Pumpkin Princess (Patreon)

In shadows, she stands alone,

Halloween's ghostly bride,

Her skin adorned with red and white lines,

Pumpkins held, like lovers entwined.

Red ribbon ties her to the night,

A dance of ecstasy in sight.

She is a work of art, you see,

The masterpiece of Halloween's decree.

With each swing of her painted blade,

Her soul dances, unchained and made.