Headless Hunt Contest
October 29, 2021
Tighten up your
riding laces.
Fear shall smear
across their faces.
Tarr pit north
one hundred paces.
Gallop off and
to the races.
Leave them t'wonder
where their face is.
Headless specter
nightly flies.
Deaf to all their
whimp'ring cries.
Shining treasure
somewhere lies
under roiling
Nw'England skies.
Hidden cache
just out of view.
Through real world
you can pursue.
Every head
you sever through.
yields the thief
another clue.
What's not wrong
may not be right.
Many seekers
have to fight.
Study map
by dying light.
Last clue flies on
Hall'ween night.
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