
T’was without a head
Most likely dead
Upon a horse he sat
Throughout the town
He’d go round
Chasing children no head nor hat
His horse was black
Headless upon its back
Dark as midnight sin
Red eyes a glow
Flames his nostrils did blow
Hell’s beast a true kin
Come out to ride
On one special night to bide
Collecting naughty children
He’d ride through the town
Going to and fro, up and down
Snatching up brats for his cauldron
Oh mothers would cry
And fathers would try
For their naughty offspring to bring back
But the horseman would come
A face he’d wear that would chill some
For upon his shoulders, was the head the child would now lack
So be good dear children on this night
Or be prepared for an awful fright
A horseman without a head will come your way
But if you’re good
As you well should
Candy you’ll receive and home you’ll stay
This originally was for a dVerse prompt but this took too long. Originally I started it and didn’t know where I was going with it, then I didn’t like the direction it was going and then finally went with it and here it is. Enjoy!

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As a cautionary tale, none better, I’d say, to recite to “naughty children”!
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Bwahahaha! I mean *cough* *cough* yes, I agree. 😈😁
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