This is an altered version of Loreena McKenett's The Highwayman song This version is set in ancient Egypt, with our dear Atem and his queen (none other than my creation, the blind queen) Bastet...and priests that are jealous priests (jealous because of the random predictions that Bastet makes that come true all too often).
I don't own Yugioh or The Highwayman song...but this is for your enjoyment. (and if you know who the seahorse and thief are...you are a keen person.)
The wind was a whisper
of darkness
Among the standing
fires
And the moon was a
silver mirror
Sailing among the stars
And there was a ribbon
of moonlight over the cold stone floor
And Atem's queen came
running
Running
Running
The gray-eyed queen
came running up to the chamber door
She'd a short-cut
dress on her body
Made of white satin
Gold jewel'ry on her
ankles
And blind eyes with
darkened skin
Osiris guided her
movements, sight for her blind eyes
She stopped for only a
moment
Breathing for a moment
She held the door for a
moment before venturing inside
The pharaoh heard her
enter
Awake this late at
night
"What's wrong my
dearest Bastet?
Why are your eyes so
wide?"
He stepped away from
the window, to see her standing there
Bastet the "dragon's
daughter"
And the pharaoh's
blind-eyes lover
Standing with gold
thread woven into her long blue hair
"I am sorry, my
darling,
But I must ride tonight
But I will be back with
the ring of gold
Before the morning
light
If I press my white
horse sharply and hurry on through the day
Look for me by the
moonlight
Wait for me by the
moonlight
I'll come to thee by
the moonlight; thought hell may bar the way."
She turned to leave
when he stopped her
And gently kissed her
lips
Then he let her run to
her waiting horse
And watched her race
without a whip
As a tiny heartache hit
him, he raised his hand to his chest
He watched her ride in
the moonlight
His queen rode under
the moonlight
A silver tear fell in
the moonlight, and she continued on to the west
She did not come at the
dawning
She did not come at
noon
And while he was
watching the sunset
Before the rise of the
moon
Malice rose up behind
him, turned mad with deep envy
Some high priests had
come marching
Marching
Marching
Corrupted priests came
marching, enraged with jealously
They had no care for
their pharaoh
They were drunk with
hellish glee
And they grabbed poor
Atem and bound him
To the pillar by the
balcony
Their archers knelt on
the rooftops, with arrows at their side
There was rage at every
window
Hell watching the
window
Atem could see from his
window, the road that she would ride
They had tied him up to
attention
With many a sniggering
jest
And they hovered around
like jackals
Lashing at his chest
"Now keep good watch"
and they hit him, he heard his blind-queen say"
"Look for me by
the moonlight
Wait for me by the
moonlight
I'll come to thee
by the moonlight; thought hell may bar the way."
He twisted his hands
beside him
But all the knots held
good
He writhed until his
tan skin
Was wet with sweat or
blood
There was no escape
from this darkness and the hours crawled by like years
'Til now on the
stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of
midnight
When he thought it was
hopeless, a sound had touched his ears
Tlot-tlot had they
heard it
A horse's hooves rang
clear
Tlot-tlot in the
distance
Were they deaf they did
not hear
Down the ribbon of
moonlight over the brow of the hill
The blind-eyed queen
came riding
Riding
Riding
The damned priests
looked to the priming, he stood up straight and still
Tlot to the vexing
silence
Tlot to the hindering
night
Nearer she came and
nearer
And he began to cry
His eyes grew wide for
a moment, she drew her last deep breath
Then the archers moved
in the moonlight
His screaming shattered
the moonlight
Shattered his world in
the moonlight, as now his queen was dead
Atem was cut from his
bondage
And he ran to his
fallen love
But there was no life
inside her
She was like a broken
dove
But his eyes grew dark
with anger, and the priests grew gray to hear
Atem to avenge his
lover
Bastet, his blind-eyed
lover
Who rode for her love
in the moonlight and died in the darkness there
His rage was felt by
Egypt
From the Seahorse to
the thief
And the dunes were even
crying
For what rose from
underneath
Bright red were the
walls of the golden rooms, wine-red were their lavish robes
When he murdered them
without mercy
Killed the damned,
without mercy
Slaughtered them
without mercy, and the blood would coat the globe
Still when the night
is like this scene
When the wind teases
the fires
And the moon is a
silver mirror
Sailing among the
stars
And there is a
ribbon of moonlight over the sandy hills
Bastet still comes
riding
Riding
Riding
The blind-eyed queen
comes riding to fulfill her pharaoh's will
Well...the end! did you enjoy? Later!