Headless Horseman (Serventesio)
He rides through the forest nightly
Looking for a soul to pray on,
Child clings to his mother tightly
Hoping to see the light of dawn.
The headless horseman laughs loudly
While tears swell in the mother's eyes,
Horseman raises his sword proudly
The night is filled with the child's cries.
Headless horseman reveals himself
To the little motherless boy,
Collects heads to put on his shelf
His little life, is now destroyed.
The horseman is filled, with such joy
His collection goes in his bag,
He leaves behind the little boy
His heart tossed away like a rag.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.2/2005
It's only supposed to be 4 lines long for this style, but once I started writing, I couldn't stop.
Got this idea from a pic on Digital Blasphemy.
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