When the moon is full and bloody red the horseman shall rise to find his head.
No one is safe in their beds.
They run, they hide but nothing can be said.
As the horseman uses the sword that will be drenched in blood by stranger unknown, he shall continue the search for what he rightfully owns.
Sleepy hollow is where he resides, but no one can hide.
Once he comes you can expect the worst of all to happen.
Children scream and grown men cry, for what seems eternity when they find him waiting....to chop off some heads.
- by broken_reaper96 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/05/2010 |
- Title: The horseman
- Artist: broken_reaper96
- Description: you know! The headless horeseman? Well I made this poem up fpr him!
- Date: 07/05/2010
- Tags: horseman
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