4 November 2012
The black veil in the night,
A cloak covering me from sight,
In a frenzied panicked fright.
The horses buck and neigh,
As their riders I slay.
What in me,
Does anyone see.
A helpless chap,
Running home for a nap,
Forgetting his tweed cap.
Or the highway man,
I most definitely am.
Blood and gore with my sword I spray,
Stealing is my main forte.
The yells and shouts as the warning bells boom,
I have come to face my most certain doom.
Highway Man • Opuss № I