A little Halloween poem for you from Poetry of Monsters and Madness.
The Hessian
When the swirl of autumn leaves
stirs the dank smell of loam and dirt
and the bright moon shimmers through
the shadow of bare-boned oaken trees
When the witching hour whispers
to the prowling echoes of the dead
and that reverberation of hoofbeats
thunders down the lonesome road
He rides on the graveyard dust
and a fire-eyed black stallion
He rides on the wind of the devil,
the Headless Horseman rides tonight…
Copyright 2021 A. F. Stewart
Be Afraid of the Dark 
I miss Halloween already!
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It’s a goose-bumpy, wonderful poem! Happy Halloween!
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