And again I see myself on those dingy back streets, my hands at your throat, and your voice filling the air. Again, I see myself on the fountain, screaming to the world. Again, I realize, I am the Pumpkin King. The king of darkness and despair. Again, my people will rise. I shall rule as I always have over this darkened land of macabre. Let the blood run, clotting, rotting. Let the morbid dance begin. Like I could deny destiny and her undying will.

I try to run from fate, yet I've chased you all night. Followed you from the hotel for reasons I have yet to identify. Faint glimmers of desire like faded dreams of long ago, fill my vision red with need. There will be no stopping me tonight. No stopping me until your blood flows like a red river down the valley of your breast, until you release that final breath. Go on and hold your breath, there's nothing left here for you.

Silence, I cried for it. Ran from all I knew to be alone again. Given the chance to breathe, escape the names and praise. Deny what I have become, what I have done, and what I refuse to be, yet it leaves me so empty, so alone. Yet it haunts me, it plagues me with things I cannot refute. To think I thought I could escape. Not tonight.

You will my queen, my sketelal doll. Like Jack and Sally of before. They ruled the world in which we've left in ruin. I failed them in their dying efforts to perfect us. They knew what we were, as I ignored. You will know what we are. In death, I will build you anew and we shall rule. This kingdom, this bloodshed. This is ours and it will shine. My Halloween Queen, on devil's night you died, and of All hallow's eve, you rose. Saints can say their prayers, but they are unheard. No one will escape, not even you Skeleton Sally.