A Quatrain
(Note: Dullahan is a headless rider and the harbinger of death in the Irish mythology)
Old man walked a dark forest path,
Without a worry or regret in his heart,
He turned to the sound of a cracking twig,
And found a Dullahan, mounting over him.
First fear rushed his mind,
But soon remorse crawled in time,
Sadness or guilt, he felt none,
He was just glad his time had come.
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