In a little town the sky is always black. The air filled with fear. All you hear is slamming doors and shutters the clanks and clinks of locks then nothing. A quiet like no other is it? Oh yes it’s the silence of death. On the cobble stone road a clip and a clop sounds threw the cold air. It course threw the peaceful night until a scream is let out then nothing as if time stud still the silence creeps in. In the morning on the cobble stone road a girl lays pale as a ghost in a beautiful nightgown nothing harmed or moved but that of horse tracks by her and a blood trail of were her head was for the headless horseman has struck aging.
Happy Halloween
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I'm going to be puting my poetry in it ples read and coment
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