Shared with dVerse Poetics – headless horseman. I learned a little about Irish folklore while writing this.

in search of final harvests
on a stallion carved of midnight,
its four falling anvils
spark cold dread from cobblestones

his lantern grins with soft decay
the texture of mouldy cheese
the pallor of the moon
that stains a long-forgotten tomb

twin gateways pierce all things hidden
compelling every secret to be shed
unlocking all that’s tethered by a name

hold your golden pins tight