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The Pumpkin Queen

from CrowLore by The Crows Of Albion

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The Pumpkin Queen

The pumpkin queen is orange
Like the colour of her fruits
She wears a giant apron
And polished hob-nailed boots
She has a heart as big as Oceans
And helps others when it suits
The pumpkin queen is deeper than
An oak tree’s ancient roots
She sits in regal glory
On a throne of wood and leaves
And will animate her chosen one
As long as it believes
She has no truck with gamblers,
Nor snake oilers or thieves
But she lays her hands on dead things
Until the lost soul breathes


She walks the fields on Halloween
And listens for the cries
Of the final summer harvest
And the season as it dies
She will resurrect the broken things
Beneath autumnal skies
And from the ashes of bonfires
The worthy souls will rise
The pumpkin queen is omnipotent
And raises armies of the dead
To walk the fields of Albion
And make sure the poor are fed
She casts her spell upon the land
The soil becomes the bed
For next years crop of golden wheat
Her spells create the bread

The dark knights of the pumpkin queen
Walk in darkness ‘cross the land
You will not see or hear them
And you will not understand
How the broken fences mended
Or the strange bright orange brand
That appears over the barn door
the sign of her mystic hand

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from CrowLore, released January 1, 2021

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