Sleepy Hollow

“What is it you fear?”
He asked, “My dear sir…”
As he coiled his finger to the sky.

“Is it the Devil, or Me?”
He asked, with a nod,
as if affirming an “Aye.”

“Is it darkness? Death?”
He asked leaning in
As his eyes grew brighter and wide.

“Is it the manner of death?
He asked with a smirk.
“For to know, you’d need only confide.”

“I fear nothing!”
I cried, as I pushed him away.
“Not, you, not death nor the manner!”

“But here you have come,”
He stated appalled,
at my angry assertion and banter.

“I’m here for your blood,”
I stated quite plain.
“Yes, yours–for you’re nothing to fear.”

“You think you are brave,
But you’re simple—a fool whose feet should

have tread far from here.”

“You mistake me kind sir,”
He said with a hiss.
“Your head shall be mine, wait and see!”