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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Political · #1212418
Based on 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes
The rain was a downpour of arrows from God's merciful bow
The clouds were a cover of silk, hand spun from the ear of a sow
The lane was a stretch of shadows, with tower blocks behind every door
And the Youngman he was hiding                                                 
Hiding-hiding-
The Youngman he was hiding, hiding from the law

He had scraps of clothes on his torso, his bones barely covered by skin
A curly mess of matted dark brown hung on his head and his chin
He crept with a silence on cobbles, his feet barely touching the ground
He was a sign of the times
The changing times
The times in which his life would be wiped if found

And quietly he listened for noises, of boots that were coming his way
His breathing paused a moment as he was not one to betray
And satisfied with the silence, he made the needed haste
Into the pure bright moonlight
The welcomed cleansing moonlight
From the darkness in which nightmares were laced

He came to a shadowy hope, a home away from home
A place where rich men would outstretch a hand to a beggar upon a throne
He knocked on the red circle halo, in which 'A' stood strong
The revolutionary's symbol
The people's symbol
They needed it, but not for long

And when the barrier was opened and light filtered into the dark
She stood there a reflection of him; his will, his dreams, his spark
Together they loved and they hated, together they sinned and they hid
But they were forgiven
Condemned but forgiven
And justified was what they once did

He followed her through to a room and over the back of his hand
In which the outline of futures in maps and blueprints was planned
Everything was set in motion and they were both fit to explode
Parliament was their target
Facade of justice their target
Until it came a time to reload

He accepted the role of Alpha, and Omega embraced by her
True justice and the means to an end created an almighty stir
And as the dawn was breaking, into a thousand and more
They gave a gesture
A single wordless gesture
A Fuck You! gesture aimed at the so-called law
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