Later by 200 years or more
I heard the bold robber’s call,
beneath my daughter’s window
as if no time had passed at all.
“I seek ‘ee out at midnight,
in moonlight shining clear,
no Devil from Hell will stop me,
damned, but how else to show I care.”
At that I stepped out of the shadows,
tried to look the ghost in the eye,
alas I smelt fresh blood, then heard,
my God, his deep anguished sigh.
Above my head shone the stars,
twinkling, giving out a little light,
and the pale moon did its best,
as on that first fateful night.
The rogue tossed me the leather reins,
I quivered as he landed on the ground,
his face and chest shot to pieces. Lord?
Was his blood that dripping sound?
Then the ghostly Highwayman stared,
a rattle, a hacking cough first he gave,
as loud came one crazy…
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