route. Illuminated jack-o-lantern sitting on his neck, His cape is black his horse is black, capitation he will reck. Galloping through the night, Fueled by candle light. The pumpkin glowing orange at a distance now, it’s far, A sword still shining bright from the moonlight, not the star. The candles getting dimmer as the horseman leaves the woods, Heads and bodies on the earth with sweatshirts, empty hoods. Headless horseman takes his leave on all hallows' eve... ... the crypt keepers all ...