I used to know a beautiful place
Sparkling with gaiety and grace
And there is where I used to play
All day with friends in great joy.

There were swings and slides and of course jolly rides!
It was amazing there I tell you
With the sparkling waters and sky so blue
It was fun there morn, noon and afternoon
But when the clock struck at twelve midnight
We were asked to leave the place instantly.

But why? why? you may ask?
Staying there alive at dead of the night is an impossible task
Those who disbelieved it as a myth
Have vanished without a trace
Their families and friends grieved
But still there were few who lived to tell the tale…
A tale so cold, so frightening, so pale.

It goes on this way.
One cold dark night in the month of May
Two little boys Noah and Joe
Far away did they wander about and go
They did not care about where they went
And the cold fate sealed their lives was misspent
Sometime passed and the boys were hungry and lost
They wanted to be back home at any cost.

Just as they turned about to go
They saw someone or something at a distance on horseback
The boys approached it with a hope of getting a lift for home
But at what they saw, they became pale and as white as a sheet
Out of fear unknown.

It was indeed a headless ghost of a rider
About whom we were many a time told
Its whole body glowed with garish blaze of burning mould
The boys became dumbstruck and spellbound.

And Joe almost fainted and collapsed on the ground
Noah pulled him up and they ran for their lives
Chased by a ghost who seemed intent
To cleave the frightened boys with his knives.

They ran and ran blindly out of fear
And never was a minute to spare for a breather
Alas! Soon the game was over
For the boys couldn’t be any braver.

It was a dead end
And they could do nothing to defend
“We’ll be together now and forever.” said they to each other
Saying so sadly they jumped over the cliff of the hill
And all over the place did their blood spill.

It was told that their bodies could never be found
Even now it is told we can hear their desperate little wails for help
So shrill, so sad, so desperate, so chill saying
It is folly indeed it is folly.
We didn’t care to heed about
What our elders warned us.
We never listened and made fun.
Oh! Why didn’t we listen?
This is more tormenting than prison.
Oh why? Oh why? Oh why did we have to die?

Thus ended their strange, sad tale
So cold, so frightened, so pale…