The night of Walpurgis is coming soon,
All Hallows’ Eve upon a witch’s broom;
No action of the Grinch could stop it now
Nor Goodman Brown annul his wedding vow.
Deep in New England woods the sabbath calls
The autographs in cryptic bloody scrawls
Within the black book of dark forest man,
Excluding not one member of the clan.
And whether or not the legend is a hoax,
The Headless Horseman gallops through old oaks
To terrorize poor Ichabod and you
So everyone had better believe it, too.
Believe it to be safe, the rumor goes,
Or end up in a limbo no one knows.
robgradens 