Okay, I couldn't really think of a better name. Was free this evening and heard
The Highwayman, and loving it so I sort of
stole was influenced by the song to write this. Could use some improvements, but bleh, this was my only free evening for a month perhaps.
The sun's fading ember disappeared beyond twilight.
But the moon reigned over darkness; Oh, blessed the sliver light!
The winds announced his coming over the luscious hill
And the Hero came home riding,
Riding, riding,
The Hero came home riding, and called into her window-sill.
He'd a Guardian helm on his forehead, a medal adorned his chest,
Fair of skin and manner, and the Kingdom's very best;
But his eyes were bright with passion, eclipsing the armor's shine.
He walked with a jewelled twinkle,
His wedding ring a-twinkle,
He spread his arms warmly and sang to his love divine.
Who should be waiting in the window, but the damsel of his dream.
For her brown hair and twinkling eyes he held a great esteem.
Said he, “Beloved Eve, the end of war is nigh!
Then yours I'll be by moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though wrathful heavens defy!”
He held her hand in his and in love her fingers he kissed,
Then followed the ring to her finger, then followed a blush so missed,
She nuzzled his hand in longing, though war weighed in dismay;
She held her heart awaiting,
'Twas her love awaiting,
For the Hero's return in the moonlight, who stole her heart away.
Into a moonless night howled a fest of malicious craves:
Demons shook their ashes, rising from the graves!
Blood stream'd a river of the fallen, brave and bold;
Yet battle a march of men,
Sir Cyrus and Squire Glenn,
Tore past the darkness and challenged the sinister wold.
At the heart of it stood Magus, the King that sin demands,
Clutched his scythe like a reaper, the Black Winds at his commands;
But Cyrus tore through his magic, his holy sword a-glow!
Thus death feared a savior,
Thy hero, the savior,
And Cyrus braved all danger to deal evil a final blow.
The moon had shown from its hiding with the hero's eyes ablaze,
The night was almost won, and yet, to Magus it did not faze.
And with a strike of sheer will, he attacked the hero's thrust,
The fatal spell charred him,
Singed him, burned him,
The sword shattered in the moonlight, and Cyrus burned to dust...
Dawn broke all through the kingdom, yet her husband did not come.
Tears ran down her cheek as Eve awaited with melancholy hum.
Cold, on the stroke of morn, hours crawled by like years,
Her heart was torn asunder,
Her soul was torn asunder,
Ceaseless she waited for the Hero, untill only him she hears.
