Tying a dark-red love knot in her long black hair, dreaming of him by moonlight, Bess waited. The road, a ribbon of light, led him up to the old Inn door. When he tapped on the shutters, the Highwayman whistled a tune. Heart racing, love waking, Bess appeared, loosening her hair in the casement. Looking into her eyes, he smiled, “One kiss my bonny sweetheart; I’m after a prize tonight, but I shall be back by the morning light.” By Odalis, Class of 2015Drenched in blood, her fingers curled towards the moonlight as death entered the room. In the doorway, a young soldier cried, “She’s dead! What happened? She’s dead!” Sacrificing for love, a crimson river of life swam at her feet. Bess’s head bowed over the musket, she died in the darkness. The road lay bare.
