Talk:Dullahan/@comment-23603505-20140728183749

She comes on the back of her ghosty mare, with whip of man's spine. Candles of wisp light signal coming of death's herald with head under arm a sinster leer and mad eyes. But that is but a tale told by fear struck men and spiteful widows  for she is death's dog no longer and come not for your cropse but heart she wishes to take. No use fleeing like a weak haire at sight of her onimous shadow for it is nigh possible to allude her. Even if you take her head and toss it in the deepest hole or the roughest sea she will came next night with her maiden head firmly in place,