Author: Kaal PM
A little poem about the horseman.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror - Words: 136 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 01-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2986108
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When, oh, when will the horseman come,
To take my breath away?
I pray I go to heaven above,
But to hell I may go today.
Why, oh, why is the moon so dull
And the stars won't shine tonight?
I know it's because the horseman is near,
He strips them of their light.
How, oh, how did I not scream,
When I saw his headless form?
Wielding an axe while riding a horse,
Surely, that isn't the norm?
Who, oh, who will shed a tear,
When they hear that I'm deceased?
I've no friends nor family,
Just a little niece.
Where, oh, where will my grave be,
A river, a ditch or an apple tree?
All I know is that I lay dead,
On the floor with a severed head.