Darkness surrounds the chilly wood,
An innocent child passing through.
He jumps and turns with every creak,
Frightened betwixt the darkened yew.
No one around to keep him safe,
the ground uneven where he treads,
The threads of fear are taking place,
He wished that he were in his bed...
When all at once a light appears,
the boy assumes he's safe at last,
But the lantern only fuels his fears;
A Headless Horseman gallops past.
The Horseman stops, and turns around
his fear comes boiling to a head,
The Horseman looms, and reaches down
The boy is certain that he's dead.
An arm wraps round the frightened child,
and holds him to it's bosom tight,
The boy awakes to a mother's smile,
He's in his bed, and he's alright.
