‘Tis our finest hour to die; the crew sang
Whist battling the noblemen in spring
Caught wrong; legs dancing as we hang
Bloodier the fight O’ more skills I bring
Hiding behind the bushes; road to Greta Green
Ready to steal the rich lads purse strings
Whilst wolfing down haggis, tatties and beans
Each coin ‘twill be ours me ole crew sings
Aye! Me bonnie lassie doth thou one favor; dance?
Stop serving the mead, me mates shall see
Flinging her hemline smiling; tiny feet pranced
The witching hour struck; rob him then flee
Taking dark positions, all going to hell
I shall release the stranger for a sixpence
Nay! Again all of me crew sots love ale
He pulled a flintlock I stood frozen, tense
Land pirates about; robbing highway men
Stole all me business of the wicked night
I became the victim reaping me own sins
Wizard of a swordsmen spoiling to fight
Facing this creature bloody red silk rope
I recognized her laugh; her movement sang
Surprised me assailant offering life no hope
“Tis thy finest hour” she laughed, you hang.
Author notes
The tables have turned on this highway man, and his foe is a woman from the pub...
A contest entry
- Dedication to the past... by skyviewexpress.
450 points, ended September 30, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
The language is good for the subject, lots of antiquity in this poem.. A little confusing to what relevance it has to Edgar or charles, please fill me in? It has to retain to those two to qualify..
-
"She laughed, I hanged" love this piece..It looks like the highway man, met his match in this woman from the pub..Great story! great read! ~Pastel
-
Strong, powerful ... I can't really say much more. The rhyming was irregular sometimes (as in the last verse: sang-hanged). You used words which fit well into the time of the highway men, which gives it a more authentic feeling. I really enjoyed reading it.
Adding your comment:
