The Fall's Demon (A Poem)

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The brisk wind Created the Fall's Demon. It was the Haunted Pumpkin That cried at the light of a full moon. It brought along a harvest of fear and dread. The change from the warm sunshine was evident. As I laid in bed, I could hear the dreadful cry Followed by the pounding of my door. Would this be my last day on Earth? Only the Haunted Pumpkin knows the answer.