Highwayman

He lets the axe fly
Yield your coffers or your lives
Corded muscle beneath weathered skin
He fits a bolt to the twine
Eyes agleam within the copse
Like a wraith, he appears

He does not have a name
Don’t look in his eyes

Reign in
Give up your gold
This road is his
Yield or perish
He’s the highwayman

He takes what he wants
A question earns a broken jaw
Brave men fall from their horses
Arrows in their necks
He’s the brigand of the lowlands

He does not have a name
Don’t look in his eyes

Reign in
Give up your gold
This road is his
Yield or perish
He’s the highwayman

This road is his