Spelled Upon Poem by Ima Ryma

I came upon a scary scene,
A witch coven standing around,
Burning pumpkins on Halloween.
What weird ritual had I found?
I should have run away but I
Was curious to wait and see
If I would know the reason why
There was this witch activity.
Around the fire the witches danced,
But suddenly one looked my way.
And then the whole coven advanced.
I could not move and had to stay.

I watched myself go up in flame,
A burning pumpkin I became.