The headless horseman.
Dark and brooding.
Rides through the moonlit nights.
Searching for his head.
A ongoing plight.
He lost his head years ago in war.
Riding in nightly to even the score.
All he meets on his midnight ride.
Will lose their heads and be left for dead.
He uses a sword and swings with great force.
Up upon his great black horse.
They ride in from hell where all undead spirits dwell.
Always hunting.
Looking to kill.
Bodies fall as he rides through the town.
Headless bodies scattered on the ground.
Always searching until his head is found.
He rides in with the moon.
Bring darkness and doom.
Death will certainty always loom.
Always in search of his lost head.
Separated from him since he was dead.
Death befalls all that stand in his way.
People say he sometimes wears a pumpkin head.
Its eyes glow a haunting red.
The headless horsemen rides in at night.
Filling people with fear and fright.
His legend told through time.
Sleepy hollow a favorite tale of mine.
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