Disclaimer: I do not own Sleepy Hollow or any of the people in it as much as I would like that.

Sleepy Hollow

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.