The Headless Rider

In the vastness of the world,

Here comes a spirit twirled.

With sight as keen as an eagle,

A weapon of a life so youthful.

I am headless rider,

I am my life’s writer.

Terrified by an abyss,

That is surely no bliss.

By: Tingting Rimart

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