The Scarecrow Video (MV)

The Scarecrow
By Bruce Alan Marcom
[Pipe Organ]
In fields of gold, where pumpkins grow,
A scarecrow stands with eyes aglow,
By day it guards with lifeless stare,
But night reveals a dreadful snare.

When thieves creep in with greedy hands,
To steal the bounty of these lands,
The scarecrow stirs, its straw-filled frame,
Now moves with purpose, dark and maimed.

[Pipe Organ]

Beware the patch when night falls deep,
Where pumpkins glow and scarecrows reap,
For those who dare to steal and plunder,
Will join the guard, eternal wonder.

With ragged claws and twisted grin,
It hunts the trespassers within,
Their screams are lost amidst the corn,
As life from limb is swiftly torn.

But death's not end for those who fall,
They rise again at night's dark call,
Now bound to poles with burlap faces,
New scarecrows guard forbidden places.

[Pipe Organ]
Each harvest moon brings fresh recruits,
Their souls entwined with pumpkin roots,
Forever damned to stand and sway,
And murder those who come to prey.

So heed this tale and stay away,
From pumpkin fields at close of day,
Lest you become, forevermore,
A scarecrow on death's threshing floor.

[Pipe Organ]

Beware the patch when night falls deep,
Where pumpkins glow and scarecrows reap,
In this cursed field of endless fright,
The guilty guard through endless night.
[Pipe Organ]
[End]