Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
The visitor had come to take the mans life and soul. He had sinned and was to be punished. The visitor was death himself. Yet, he was a little strange. A slender figure of bones only, he wore a pinstripped suit and could be considered nice. But, that was only when he was off duty. His other life was held in Hallows End. A small town where it is autumn all year round. The trees never green nor die. Nobody seems to mind this. Then again, who would if everyday was treated like a holiday? Especially if you never came in contact with Death. Or as he prefered, Jack The Pumpkin King.
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
The visitor had come to take the mans life and soul. He had sinned and was to be punished. The visitor was death himself. Yet, he was a little strange. A slender figure of bones only, he wore a pinstripped suit and could be considered nice. But, that was only when he was off duty. His other life was held in Hallows End. A small town where it is autumn all year round. The trees never green nor die. Nobody seems to mind this. Then again, who would if everyday was treated like a holiday? Especially if you never came in contact with Death. Or as he prefered, Jack The Pumpkin King.