He just may come for me this dismal eve
His fiery eyes so penetrate my soul
I scoff at him with ne’er a due respect
And give him every chance to play his role

I creep too close to where he likes to roam
While, blindly, I set forth upon my path
Wreckless, unprepared, unplanned, and dim
My dreary haze may not survive his wrath!

Decapitated cutthroat, are you mine?
Am I to ride upon your coal black steed?
Accompany you into the unknown void
To your selection must I now accede?

Once spied upon, can no one start to FIGHT!?
Once splashed by unforgiving, icy blood!
Does your whip so lacerate resolve?
That nothing can prevent the deathly flood?

Well, I say NO to your determined plan!
I am not ready to assume your reins
Unseelie Fae, you may not take my hand!
For something in my better heart remains!

My damaged spirit does not fear the change
The banshees don’t command my mental strive
So, headless horseman, rear those evil hooves
For I am sure I’m very much alive!

O, Dullahan, reverse your dour tracks
I’m leery of your dull and vapid scheme
You may not hunt upon these fertile grounds
I’ll take control and manage my own dream!

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