The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding- Riding- riding- The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. The story of the doomed love between a thieving highwayman, and an innkeepers daughter. Inspired and based on the poem The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.All Rights Reserved