{The Hollow Moon} All was quiet on that Halloween Night, the stars were asleep, the moon was bright, the Ghosts and Goblins rose from their beds, on horseback they ride, carrying their heads Headless Horseman ride into the night, what would become of this frightful sight, Haunting images that come to life, cutting through the darkness like a switchblade knife The sounds of thunder break through the air, the screams of terror somewhere out there, out from the dark the riders appear, the thunder of hooves as the riders draw near Its on this night we see the Ghoulies and the Goon, Watching as they dance along The Hollow Moon... ©Donnie Pike 10/31/16 A Poet's Journey #ThehollowmoonDP - @donnie19620