Suspense, hidden in fog,
Leaveless trees
Eager at grabbing,
Elusive, themselves.
Pity the horror, of
Your fears, do not look behind you...
Headless horsemen, all
Over the place,
Lust for useless heads,
Lashing his rusty sword.
Otherwise decapitated,
We run, for our lives...
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