This is a one shot book, between the sanders sides.
So... a word of warning. It will be gay.
Anyway, enjoy!
Also - non of the artwork belongs to me and I don't know who the artists are. So if anyone knows, please tell me!
Some of this was written be...
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Based off the poem 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes.
Yes I drew the bad image, I'm sorry for the arm, lips and hand like holy sh!t is it bad!
Warning: blood, guns and major character death!
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"The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding Riding riding The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door."
There was a male with glasses, riding down a pathway of trees and shrubs. The horses hooves galloped along the mud.
The night was dark, almost a purple shade and so the man was masked by the darkness.
The male behind him on a horse sighed, he just wanted to get there and get everything done and over with.
The highway man's hair flew it the cold, sharp wind as he looked up at the moon, that now reflected his face.
"He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin; He'd a coat of the dark blue velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh! And he rode with a jeweled twinkle His rapier hilt a-twinkle His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky."
