The Headless Horsemen

On the black stallion of death, Its red crimson eyes pierce through the night, And the hell's beast breathes its hot brazen breath Blazing against the darkness's chilling air! Does he ride, this phantom of the dead, Wielding vengeance's sword. With one hand on the hilt of the blade, The other arm reaching outwardly, One finger pointing at his intended victim! Screaming with a blood curdling howl, Give me your head vermin, or I'll cut It off myself, than laughing at their fear! Beneath crimson fire moon, this hooded and caped, Death's stalker, hunts down the innocent Taking that which he desires the most Their essence of life! Run to the bridge's safety salvation lies At the other end beyond. For these waters cleansing baptism, Could swallow him whole. The headless horsemen cannot cross, These blessed waves of sanctuary, Or banished is he, hell bound for eternity. This highway man, rides devastation’s By ways, of the unknown. Seeking to restore mind and body, This Hessian with aggression, Yearns for justices revenge, to what Ends bequeath, he cares not, the price To be paid, in human flesh and blood. On Saint Hollows Eve, the horsemen Gallops, across dead-man’s boundary, Awaiting the stray trespasser, to trip into His well-hidden trap. Than striking without mercy's sake, With its sharpened edge, steel slices The mortal flesh, taking his prize, The headless horseman rides away Into the night. Yelling, I'll return next Hollows Eve, be thee So warned, for your salivations sake alone, Don't tread in Sleepy Hollow after dark!. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN