The Headless Horseman of the Apocalypse
Riding through the dark night of the soul
Comes a headless horseman on a silver steed
Snorting fire and ashes he rides with great speed
No one can stop the galloping Spector
No one dare be so bold
As the ghastly night round him grows cold
Not Donkey nor Elephant, not Fox nor Hound
He defies all those who would slow him down
Many have tried and many have failed
Some have screamed and some have yelled
But nothing can stop the apocalyptic wail
Out of the swamp through the fog of night
The horseman of the apocalypse
leaving all in a fright
Comes charging the bridge in full moonlight
Not a myth not a tale not a short lived wail
Will rise up to challenge with ghastly pale
The pending disaster that rides on his tail
In the morning sun he’ll surely be restricted
It was not true as many souls predicted
He’s here for now and he’ll be for a spell
This wild man with no head has tales to tell
The powers tried to slow him down
As he rode in that midnight hour
But the pumpkin wielding warrior
Simply brought scare and horror
To politicians far and wide
Bringing chaos and confusion now all is lost
He won’t stop till that last bridge is crossed
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Roth Poetry 