This crisp October day,
As dawn succumbs to night,
I venture out alone,
And contain such fright,
The tale of Sleepy Hollow,
Still vivid in my young mind,
I walk from home to home,
Just hoping the mean spirits are kind.
Passing the old graveyard,
Fear with each step I take,
Dread and doom in the air,
I fear for my own sake.
Praying for this night to end,
And peace to be restored,
To my town once again,
No more will I ever explore…
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