*late at night in Roran, the raven-haired man looks around to make sure no one if watching before singing Jacks Lament* There are few whod deny, at what I do I am the best, For my talents are renowned far and wide, When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night, I excel without ever even trying~ With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms, I have seen grown men give out a shriek! With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan, I have swept the very bravest off their feet~! Yet year after year, its the same routine, And I grow so weary of the sound of screams... And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King! Have grown so tired of the same old thing... Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, An emptiness began to grow, Theres something out there, far from my home, A longing that Ive never known... Im a master of fright, and a demon of light! And Ill scare you right out of your pants~ To a guy in Kentucky, Im Mister Unlucky, And Im known throughout England and France~! And since I am dead, I can take off my head, To recite Shakespearean quotations~ No animal nor man can scream like I can! With the fury of my recitations~ But who here would ever understand, That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin, Would tire of his crown, if they only understood... Hed give it all up if he only could... Oh, theres an empty place in my bones... That calls out for something unknown... The fame and praise come year after year, Does nothing for these empty tears...
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 03:22:22 +0000
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