 The Horseman Rides Tonight The Hessian rides tonight---your eyes look upon me with disbelief Brush it off as just a tale of fright, I should not spare you any grief This hollow may be called Sleepy--but trust I tell you it is awake And every night- at the stroke of twelve, the horseman hunts for a head to take For deep in these thickets long ago, on a night as pitch as black Some brave men ventured into these woods, and have yet to come back This hollow, here, is haunted -by the Hessian who resides And tonight he will come again-I tell you the Horseman rides From out of the pits of hell he flies--at a colossal speed As his long black cape flaps in the wind, mounted on his steed That stallion breathes fire out his nostrils--- with each breath And the horseman will ride again tonight-riding till the death He'll weild his sword in hand, an instrument silver and pristine And with the swipe of a hand, slices a cut so clean You'll never see it coming--OFF WITH YOUR NECK Then he gallops on his stallion, and goes back to collect Leaving only the remains --of a lifeless shell As he carries your head back to --the fire and brimstone of hell Laugh as you may with unbelieving eyes Chalk it up as an old womans lies But when the witching hour steals the light I tell you the horseman will ride again, tonight As he goes on his nightly search for his head Rest assure, till he finds it--this hollow will be stained red So, latch the doors--and blow out all the lights Cover up in bed, and hold your pillow tight Lock the windows---but theres no place to hide And, again tonight the horseman will ride Warn thy neighbor, thy family, and friend Tell them that the horseman shall surely come again And pray that you may live to see the morning light For the horseman I tell you, rides tonight! (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Halloween Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |