My Eyes Are Playing Tricks On Me

My eyes are playing tricks on me I cannot believe half of what I see There is a devil pumpkin head I feel it can raise the dead My nose is picking up an odor foul. Something dead – a mouse or fowl? There is a devil pumpkin head. I feel the buzzards can smell the dead. My heart is beating much too fast. I wonder how long this craziness will last. I am terrified of what might be seen. This is not my favorite Halloween.