Eve of night where moon is bright
Armor black as blinded sight
Twisted, cursed, forever scorned
Whose appearance men have ever mourned
From pits of flame and tarnished name
The Rider with the Hell-Kings frame
Epochs gone yet he remains
To haunt the roads through all Samhain
A mount of bones to bear his weight
Delivering unearthly fate
Tremors, fear and clinging mist
Herald Hell's unflinching fist
To claim the heads of every man
The vengeful riding Dullahan
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
