The road was a ghostly ribbon:
a strange violet hue.
The sycamore trees ******** thrashing
as a frenzied wind blew.
A dark cloaked horseman
appeared on the horizon’s edge.
He whipped his horse forward;
this horse almost flew.
The pounding hooves echoed
down the cobbled road.
The madman charged forward
with his deadly load.
They never caught the horseman
who murdered her father that night.
He shot his pistol once then the old man died.
No're was he ever seen again
after the red cobbles dried.
They never found his stallion
with nostrils flaming fire'
who flew like a dragon
until the prey expired.
The girl wept and moaned
at her window. Always watching for him.
Watching the winding road ;she could redeem his sin.
A kiss my darling sweetheart, kiss and let me fly.
His shadow was imprinted on clean cobbles.
His scarf around her neck but nothing made things right.
The devil surely wanted him
and death breathed down his trek.
They searched swearing they'd catch the wretch yet found
no trace of him. The girl she smiled sadly.
For now he rode the wind.