Atop a broken hill, a chapel lay shattered.
Dark night overhead, but nothing else mattered.
For there was a traveler, who was chilled to the bone.
Looking for a place that they could call home.
First he knocked, and knocked on the door.
Yet the chapel just creaked and hissed evermore.
He took a step inside, and what did he see?
A floating pumpkin aristocracy.
They flew around, spinning and dancing.
But what he saw was some dark necromancing.
For living in this tattered abode.
Was a pumpkin king, with the kingdom he sowed.
So the traveler ran, as fast and as far.
The pumpkin king cackling with his voice made of tar.
With nowhere to run, or nowhere to hide.
The traveler decided to take a stand with pride.
"What do you want you beast of the night."
"Why do you seek to give me such a fright."
The pumpkin king laughed, howled and hissed.
The traveler shook, his query dismissed.
The pumpkin king spoke, with the voice of five.
"There's only one reason I'll leave you alive.
You're a part of the greatest team to exist.
You're an absolute thorough bred red team purist."
"If there's one thing I like more than pumpkins and bats.
It's your beautiful red, and your red colored hats."
"Red team will win, I'd wager your soul."
So go out there! Please. Make sure red team wins I really need my soul.