Halloween Hatch Poem by Ima Ryma

'Twas Halloween and as night fell
The pumpkin patch began to quake.
A hole did open up from hell
In time and place for evil's sake.
Throughout the patch came smoke and fire.
The pumpkins glowed in fiery light.
Dark shadowed forms loomed to inspire
Purpose in the pumpkins this night.
For on each Halloween there be
A ritual of ancient worth,
Providing opportunity
For new evil upon the Earth.

Then from each pumpkin in the patch
A demon of this night did hatch.