John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,657 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Dullahan (The Dark Man) - Poem by John F. McCullagh

He rides his black steed through the countryside
and whenever he stops a mortal man dies.
He's the Angel of Death and worthy of dread;
dressed all in black and lacking a head.
In his left hand is a spine that he'll use as a whip.
In his right hand a scythe that will cut to the quick.
If you chance to observe him you may be struck blind
and still think yourself lucky that he left you behind.
If he pulls on the reins and he finds you outdoors
Your heart will stop dead and will beat nevermore.
There are buckets of blood where the Dullahan rides.
On all Hallows Eve you had best be inside.

Topic(s) of this poem: horror


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The Dullahan is an Irish folk legend that may have inspired Washington Irving's 'The Legend of Sleepy Hollow'

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 1, 2014



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