Horseman's Hollow
Longingly, he waits
Memories flood his eager mind
Anger fills his blackened chest
He waits for her call
Roots stretched from Hell
His tree stands sentinel
Twisted and plump
They wait for her call
Hooves razor-sharp
Red eyes blazing among the blackest fur
His horse counts the seconds, the minutes
It counts until she calls
Finally
They feel it, lurching for freedom
Emerging now from the depths
He’s ready for the hunt
He seeks the head
He stops the heart and suddenly
He has returned
He waits for her call
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