The Curved Hilltop

by Dark as Daylight

Not the best poem I've written, but this is my new obsession. I'll get used to writing about the movie eventually.

Okay, so this is my first attempt at a Nightmare Before Christmas poem... Go easy on me if you so choose to flame.

The hilltop is alive
Watch it as it unfurls
Revealing pumpkins below
The uneven fence
Resembles an omen
When it pierces a crow

The music drifts heavily
Into the night air
Speaking of their king
The one who brings the fright
The one who screams
And the one who sings

The hilltop unfurls
As the king moves on
Toward the wood
He dreams of places
Not yet seen
Yet he wishes he could

The pumpkins listen
And the dog whimpers
And floats by his side
As the king of Halloween
Speaks that his happiness
Has all but died

The shadow on the moon
Sings of terror and fright
That makes a child cry
As the king wanders off
Weary and in wonder
Of what else he could try

The curved hilltop sees it all
When the king fails
With his newfound plan
But it welcomes anyone
Who is willing to listen
Of how Christmas that year ran

"Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King"
Is what they all sing out
And cheer out their fill
But deep inside he knows
He would do it again
Or so says the hill