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Halfway To Halloween Day 3: The Dullahan’s Ride

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My hooves thunder the ground under
As leather heels push into the grooves on my side
A fog swoops down and whirls
The wind join us and unfurls

My rider’s eyes see nothing, but know
Where to find another face of woe
The place that will soon be their last
Their memory lost to the past

I only carry the portent
That alas nothing can forfend

Say your prayers and hold your cross
For you’re soon found dead in the

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Third year journalism student. 2025/2026 Lifestyle and Comment Editor at Brig. Published in The Yucatán Times, Mi Campeche and The Mourning Paper. Host of From the 40s with Air3Radio.

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