Lifeless limbs crunch under my feet
I love watching the color leave their skin.
I shall wrap a noose of cloth around my neck to protect me from the murderous chill.
To commemorate this season I shall scoop out the guts and carve a crooked smile on a helpless victim.
I shall cook the remainder of my victim's corpse into a delicious pie to enjoy fireside.
What a time to accept, participate and celebrate in the magic of death.