The Silent Horseman

                                                    The Silent Horseman



It all happened one stormy evening amidst the wind and hail

In a valley miles from anywhere, but somewhere in Wales

Bleak and craggy Landscape nowhere to shelter or hide

Came such a resplendent gentleman not out for a pleasant ride



His clothes were of such finery though not of the modern age

Breeches and waistcoat of a fine brocade

He passed within feet of me but knew not that I was there

His business I presume was urgent, by his long lost stare



He rode off into the distance to, I know not where

Perhaps I thought it was a dream I guess I just did not care

He passes by this way every stormy night

Could he be a renegade going off to fight?



I  hear he was a nobleman respected in high places

Who fell in love with a maiden not approved of by their graces

They would meet with gay abandon beyond the city gate

He knew the risks involved she was classed an enemy of the state



So I know now why the silent horseman always comes my way

And why he looks so Pallow

He's off to Cardiff Castle

To try and save his love from the gallows