Night Shadows

Upon the bright star filled midnight

In the darkened shadowed hollow,

Headless horseman Harry poorly

lived, watching the running children,

searching for his missing blonde head.

 

One by one by on they do play,

golden green-eyed  Fay Morringday,

glowing blonde hair Harry did see,

a fair good head to sit upon

Headless Harry’s steady shoulders.

 

By the sunken sun the horseman,

Of the darkened cave did he ride

What is the best cutting method

for easily slicing a neck,

a neck so delicate and pure

 

Only a child, a child so sweet,

slice once and true, double-handed

will do, with blood so tart running.

running down her lovely cream neck,

green-eyed Fay Morringday did die.