A fallen sapling blocks the path to the bridge, causing the equines to rear,
Devon smartly cracks his whip to quell the blindered horses' instinctive fears.
From the bridges' shadows a masked figure emerges, his senses deliciously a shiver,
A villain known as Smiling George, quite viciously commands out "Stand and deliver".
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The owl's head turns, as George's crisp words catch its sharp ear crystal clear,
While the rest of the forest quickly hushes, silently waiting for the destinies to appear.
Unscrupulous George moves swiftly in, waving a glinting sword in wickedly showy display,
Roguishly approaching the fancy carriage in his most menacingly cocky way.
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Startled, Vain Devon Costner, coldly oblivious of his beautiful charges lustful crush,
Jumps hurriedly down from his coach seat, scurrying away in a rapidly cowardice rush.
Leaving his fair, wealthy passenger behind, woefully vulnerable and unprotected,
And to add, a snickering highwayman approaching, enthusiastic and undistracted.
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Reaching the carriage door, George throws it open exposing the moons light to inside,
Hearing the welcome sounds of luxurious silk rustling, in the shadows someone tries to hide.
Noticing pinpricks of expensive moonlit radiance from jewels now lit in the darkness within,
Mockingly invites the passenger to please step out, drooling as he can hardly wait to begin.
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Her shadow moved hesitantly, framing the doorway before Georges icy cruel black shape,
A plump purse hung, fat and ripe for the picking, as its owner haplessly sought escape.
Momentarily washed over with extreme excitement, George shakes his head to clear,
Then posture regained, eagerly snatches away the purse, intending to create great fear.
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George then steps back, stuffing her velvety purse inside his cloak, invites out, grinning wide,
As our lady steps out, letting her pretty gown slither down, her Tiera'd head raised in pride.
Reaching the ground, she stares at the highwayman standing before her, his awe unabashed,
Innocently unaware of how her plethora of diamonds shimmer out to him, tried in the twilights bath.
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A gentle swishing is heard, as the pretty lady, hiding her nerves, straightens her party frock,
Shivering under his wolfishly hungry gaze, eyeing her curves like a lamb strayed away from her flock.
George felt a spike of greedy delight, observing the slick sheen of her richly tailored lengthy gown,
Trimmed with frills of white, its midnight silks easily, provocatively, from her figure cascading down.
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As she inwardly admonished how folly it had been to wish upon the mourning star, eyes winced,
With the nasty Highwayman looming before her , of his ultimate attentions she was all too convinced.
To ply his trade upon her, was the resolve the of this cruel blade wielding stranger, she sadly sensed,
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Highwayman's Lament A Poem
PoetryHighwayman's Lament A Poem This is based upon an incident several hundred years ago, based on my namesake, a distant skeleton in our family closet. Though obviously not to my parents😊 Took place along the winding road and its famous bridges, called...
