Riding fast through summers warm night
with heart as black as his attire
desperate to get back to safeties reach
quench his thirst, fulfil his desire.

His labour has been a profitable one
for not one but three tonight
and the ***** that he carries
will set him something right.

Whilst kicking he's heels into his steed
whispers faster boy he begs and pleads
hoofs on dry ground echo and resound
through the trees and all around.

This Highwayman homeward bound.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris