Sleepy Hollow

We call this Sleepy Hollow
A land sacredly hallow
For it is a quiet valley of forest
A silent chorus
A graveyard here and there
The hidden one thus near
So few travel through
Young tree that has grew
Around fire bright and stark
Stories whispered in the dark
Of goblins, witches and ghosts
Deep forest, ever host
Story true, story real
A rider upon your heel
Indeed, when moon is bright
Shining moon reveals sight
A rider comes upon the wind
A rider the Otherworld does send
Upon untravelled forest track
A hunter rides to make his pact
My eyes have thus burned
A soul that has learned
When owl sings sorrow’s song
Through the night wind howls long
A galloping from distance comes near
God’s eyes through you stare

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