Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Worse Than the Dullahan

I see a dullahan tonight,

An Irish folklore headless guy

On a black horse and such a sight

Does mean that marked for death am I.

Searching for his soul he does roam,

In a bad mood, losing his head.

I guess I'd better hurry home,

And get there before I drop dead.

Thank goodness I don't have too far

To go to get home with my life.

Time and money spent at that bar

Means that drunk I must face the wife.

No doubt when the wife smells my breath,

I'm gonna prefer facing death.