I haven't written in a while, but now that Halloween is coming up I think we all need the spirit. I hope this Sleepy Hollow poem does the trick!
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When the corn clover moon resurrects in the sky
the townsmen and women cower inside,
and bolt their doors shut and hold their loves near
as both their hearts shake in perpetual fear.
Now there is not a word on this treacherous eve,
if he hast to hear, then maybe he'll leave!
Alas there is but the sound of wolves, owls, and blustery weather
which creates the creepy antics of the night quite a bit better.
Occasionally within the silence of the night there may seem
to be another poor victim's menacing scream.
Slight gasps and cries may be heard then and there
as the victim is pitied in a moment of despair.
For the Hessian rides on horseback tonight
with his warrior's yell striking terrible fright
and through Sleepy Hollow he strikes heads clean
on this terrible night of our treacherous Halloween!
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