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Out of the mist he rides
On the all hallowed eve
The one they call
The dullahan
Atop a coal black steed
Despite the chill and gallop
No breath can be seen
There is no mortal mount
That could carry him
The dullahan
No head upon his shoulders
Yet tall he rides
Hungry blade in hand
The reaper's scythe
For harvest is come
The dullahan
One night to hunt
One night to search
For what was lost
And so they are taken
From the shoulders of those
Careless to wander after nightfall
Into the woodland mists
Untouched by starlight
Into the maw
Of the dullahan
But no blood can satisfy
Nor flesh compare
So yet each autumntide
He returns again and again
And none may best him
Nor hinder or impede
The restless slaughter
Though many have tried
But are nothing but tributes
To the dullahan
Bar the windows
And lay down tight
In the tenderless embrace
Of cold quilt and sheet
And lie still
Until the first sliver of morning
Wakes through the shutters
And walk unto the chapel
To pray for those
Who have for but a year
Put to his wormy bed
The damned spirit
Of the dullahan
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it's good to be reading your poems again ))
Sorry it's been such a minute
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SPOOKY
BRAVO i love it its so creepy. you always have a way with words that keeps me reading
Thank you
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sydney °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
eek i love your poetry and this is so perfect for halloween
Thank you 💙
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Curtis
Awesome halloween poem!
Thank you ! I've been watching too many Halloween movies
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