What was once a cool Hollywood maverick of a saga had already been brand-extended nearly past recognition: first with the CGI-“enhanced” versions of the originals in the ‘90s, then the Jar Jar Binks-addled prequels, followed by the 3-D theatrical re-releases and a critically-panned animated movie. So it was totally valid to suspect that along with Lucasfilm’s holdings and rights (those went to Disney for $4.05 billion), the franchise had also, finally, sold its soul.

Pumpkinhead by Ed Justin

Keep away from Pumpkinhead, Unless you’re tired of living
His enemies are mostly dead, He’s mean and unforgiving
Laugh at him and you’re undone, But in some dreadful fashion
Vengeance, he considers fun, And plans it with a passion
Time will not erase or blot, A plot that he has brewing
It’s when you think that he’s forgot, He’ll conjure your undoing
Bolted doors and windows barred, Guard dogs prowling in the yard
Won’t protect you in your bed, Nothing will, from Pumpkinhead!