♪♬: Don Pumpkin – The Opera (with song)

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** Don Pumpkin: Opera of the Jack-o'-Lanterns **

Act I - "The Seduction of the Seeds"
DON PUMPKIN - Solo

How do you measure
The heat of a candle?
In lies? In sighs?
In promises I'll never keep?
Belladonna, your spells taste like midnight
Queen Zucca, your crown fits my appetite
Capellina, sweet ghost in the starlight—
Three flames and I'm burning them all

PUMPKIN CHORUS - Whispered
He'll rot them
He'll hollow them out
Watch him charm
Watch him devour

DON PUMPKIN
Love is a harvest, baby
And I'm reaping what I sow
Act II - "The Harvest of Lies"

BELLADONNA - Furious Coloratura
Liar! Deceiver!
You carved out my heart like a jack-o'-lantern
Scooped out the seeds
Left me gutted and grinning in the dark!

CAPELLINA - Floating above
I'm already dead
But you killed me again
With your sugar-rot words
And your stem full of sin

DON PUMPKIN & GIORGIO - Rapid-fire duet
DP: We gotta run—
G: Where?
DP: Anywhere but here—
G: The vines are closing—
DP: I can slip through—
G: They're lighting lanterns—
DP: I'll talk my way out—
G: You always do—
DP: I always do—
BOTH: Until you can't!

ENSEMBLE
The walls are vines
The doors are stems
No escape for the hollow man
Burn bright, burn hot
The reckoning comes
How do you measure a life of rot?

Act III - "The Lantern Judgment"

GHOSTLY PUMPKIN CHORUS
Five hundred twenty-five thousand pumpkins
Carved by the faithless hand
Five hundred twenty-five thousand candles
Lighting the justice you damned
In flames, in rage
In seeds you scattered wild
In graves, in names
In every heart you defiled

DON PUMPKIN - Desperate aria
I'm just a pumpkin
Born to the patch, born to decay
Aren't we all just rotting anyway?
I loved—in my fashion—
I lived—wasn't that the point?
To burn fast and bright before the frost comes?

PUMPKIN CHORUS
No escape
No reprieve
The hollow always caves

BELLADONNA - Final aria, devastating
You want to know how to measure love?
In the space where it should have been
In the October child never born
In the witch who believed in spring
You're sentenced to eternity
In the thing you always were—
Empty shell, carved-out grin
Forever burning, never consumed
Just light without heat
Just smile without soul
Just Don Pumpkin
Alone in the dark
With only yourself to haunt

ALL
The lanterns judge
The lanterns know
What's hollow always shows
The candle gutters
The season ends
We measure love
In what it defends

BELLADONNA - Final line, whispered
And you defended nothing.

The candles extinguish. Darkness.


With love, © Aífe