Disclaimer: I do not own Sleepy Hollow or any of the people in it as much as I would like that.
Sleepy Hollow, quaint and old,
A spirit haunts this town so cold.
A Hessian with love of gore,
Leaves this place in peace no more.
In Western Woods, there he doth dwell;
The Tree of Dead, the gate to Hell.
From his grave his skull was taken;
Now his spirit shall awaken.
Held for ransom is his head,
For those the Archer doth want dead.
Solved, the riddle of doom and dread,
The final price, a head for a head.
But now his skull he has reclaimed,
And still his story, greatly famed.