The Headless Horseman
Will you die of fright
In the eerie town of Sleepy Hollow,
I am known to roam around.
If you hear me follow,
you may never be found.
It seems I lost my top, it is said,
to a flaming cannonball.
I will use a pumpkin for my head,
unless another into my hands should fall.
On a large black horse I ride.
I am a grisly menace.
It’s up to you to decide
if I smile while you grimace.
I am a horrible sight,
when I am after you.
Will you die of fright
and lose your head too?
At first, you will hear my hooves
Go clickity-clack, clickity-clack.
This race you are going to lose.
I get closer each time you look back.
I will get you.
There’s no way you’ll escape.
What will you do,
as your final prayers take shape?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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