The Headless HorsemanA Poem by Aramey
Hooves that pound,
his vengeance thunders. The flames on his steed, draw fear, awe, and wonder. As he gallops through town, panic takes over, the people all run, for nearby cover. Chaos ensues and flames whistle, his haunting tune, like a torrent through the thistle. As the people scatter and scream, all is echoing. He'll have justice on this town, by this he swore, he'll have vengeance as he promised, this headless ghost, and his mount. © 2013 Aramey |
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Added on October 31, 2013 Last Updated on October 31, 2013 AuthorArameyPensacola, FLAboutI'm just like any other writer, striving to make a living. If I had a preference it would be novels. more..Writing
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