The Song of The Headless Horseman
Night and day, and day and night
Rides his horse still, watchful knight
Night and day, and day and night
Headless body stiff and tight
He and horse are iron tied
Night and day, and day and night
Mighty sword in lifeless hand
Like the frozen magic wand
At his last and deadly stand
Vaunted trophy is his head:
As the cup in gold it's set
Wine to hold and blood to let
No food and no sleep,
No face, no upper lip
Joined he is with horse at hip
He did take his fate in stride
And was set for his last ride
When the battle changed its tide
Steely tree above the straws
First he fought and first he rose
Handsome was he, loved by all,
Loved to love, and loved to brawl,
Lived to live and not to crawl
Shadow of his gloried self
Golden cup on wooden shelf
Empty frame of strength and stealth
M.N.
2.8.17
