The hungry moon above — branches bending
for the wind; a shadowplay of grasping claws
reaching for my heartbeat racing; an ending
way too soon, behind me footfalls silent paws.
From the belfry bells toll twelve, moon is bright
my path leads past the tombs of men condemned
the solemn soldiers and the killer knights
my farm is further on, I’m far from friends
Then sudden sound of hooves, behind me slow
at first, clop-clop racing faster faster
my back is slick from sudden sweat, I throw
myself in mercy for the headless master.
His horse is fearsome. nostrils ember, mane
aflame, a steed to carry steel to battle
he the headless horseman sword his bane
a passing into night with chainmail rattles
Alone again, my breathing slows, frost in grass
this fearsome night will stay until I die.
the headless horseman can never pass
he lingers deep, sleeps behind my eyes.
Todat Merill hosts dVerse Poetics, and the topic is the headless horseman that is a common myth with many tales and folklore surronding it. A good opportunty for a little Gothic Tale.
October 14, 2025

Oh, so atmospheric, Björn! I love how it ends on such a scary note–the narrator can never forget. 👻
Thank you… I had so much fun writing it.
You’re welcome. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the prompt!
A hair-raising recounting that made the whole encounter come alive, Björn. I especially loved the ending which leaves a deep and lingering sense of unease.
I think a meeitng like this would stay with you 🙂
This is deliciously dark and spooky, Bjorn! I especially love this part; “His horse is fearsome. nostrils ember, mane
aflame, a steed to carry steel to battle he the headless horseman sword his bane a passing into night with chainmail rattles.” 💙💙
Thank you – I love writing dark
You’re welcome 😊
This poem has a dark Gothic scenery. The atmosphere is so eerie and brilliantly well captured my friend.
Thank you Charlie – dark and gothic is great for the season
You welcome, Bjorn.
And you captured both right at a good time my friend. 🙂
A wonderfully Gothic encounter, Björn! It reminded me of Goethe’s Erlkönig. I especially love the phrase ‘shadowplay of grasping claws’ and the description of the horse.
Thank you for the praise… I think the Gothic theme is so fun to work with
Me too!
oh this is infeed ominous, luv it
we both share motifsbof moon and midnight
much♡love
Moon and midnight is fitting for this.
I like how the ending speaks to how a moment of such horror can live on forever in the mind.
Maybe we would call it PTSD today
I can’t imagine why it would be better to ignore the good and label the persistent, but hey if you want to recognize my trauma, go with it.
Ooh, spooky fun and the tension is built with each line. I could feel the clop-clop racing faster faster and the sweating.
I remember being scared of darkness as a kid
Such a spooky and dark scene from start to finish. The opening stanza really sets the stage, so well written.
Thank you… then I met my goal with the writing
Awesome!!!
I love the following lines :
“the solemn soldiers and the killer knights
my farm is further on, I’m far from friends”
This captures what’s going on with the headless Horseman mythology and it’s great Gothic writing. I love this story. It’s one of my favorites during Halloween time. Thank you so much for posting an awesome poem!!!
I had to imagine the grave being the home of the horseman
That works. It doesn’t have to fit into anyone’s legends and lore. I love what you did.
Super evocative, Björn. Your words jumped off the screen. This is one scary piece. Love it!
Thank you… hope it does not leave you sleepless.
Fortunately, no. I slept like the dead …. er, I mean like a rock!
Very scary Björn! – and great last stanza 🙌
Pleased to scare you
😄
A great telling of this well known legend, made more scary by the final stanza.
Thank you so much… it was so much fun to read it.
Bjorn, I don’t know if you have ever walked onstage … but I would dearly love to watch you perform that amazing poem. I felt as though I had a front row seat to the entire journey of the horseman!!!!
Never on stage as a performer…. I have been mc a few times on events as well as given speaches on technical matters….
Our fear plays the beheading game with us on dark and lonely lanes – with cruel steel and jack-o-lantern grin –
Indeed… it is a scary thought (in all its variations)