Jack's Lament

There are few who would 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 accel without ever even trying. With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charm I’ve seen grown men give out a shriek With a wave of my hand and a well placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet. Yet year after year it’s the same old cheer And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I  Jack the Pump-kin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh somewhere deep   inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There’s something out there far from my home A longing that I’ve never known I’m a master of fright and a demon of light And I’ll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky I’m Mister Unlucky And I’m 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 He’d give it all up if he only could Oh there’s 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