Headless Hession At Sleepy Hollow
Legend around these parts strike terror in some
When I first heard it I swallowed my gum
What was his name? I asked. No one knew
He comes out at night in the fog of blue hue.
He’s the ghost of a Hessian soldier all alone.
Was beheaded in the Revolutionary war far from home.
He rides in silence, striking people down with terror
Sleepy Hollow Legend, no way in error.
My Great aunt told me she had seen this headless hunk.
She was so shocked she fell down with a thunk.
He haunts the towns on this side of Bunker Hill.
To this day, giving our youth a scare and a thrill.
Written March 14th, 2020
Contest: Your Favorite Legend
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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