Headless horseman

Go, for it’s your time; you were thrived for the arrive. Go now, it’s your he pulls a pumpkin chance, or you may not see me in the dead end, it’s the end, for you may be dead. You can go now, anytime, for it’s the end of your line. he holds his fiery pumpkin/whip with human bones in his hand, his horse, dark as fear, gallops can be heard, as your hear, transforms to fear Escape, while you can, for it’s the time, of a dead line, be in a great place, or fall into the raided Place.