A/n: ok, I've never done this before.so bare with me here ok people? This
is a songfic (incase you didn't read the summary and you just clicked at
random.which I doubt you did.so anyways here it is.enjoy.oh and PLEASE OH
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I'll love you forever and be your best friend forever
and ever ( Alright well anyways here ya go.
Disclaimer: You.::laughing:: you thought I.?:::rolling on floor::: You actually thought I? Hahahahaha.. Ok that's enough now kitties. I do not own Wheel of Time. Nor do I own the rights to the song Highwayman sung by Loreena McKennitt. Then again neither does she!! Mwahahahahaha.
Highwayman
Gawyn slowed his horse to a walk as soon as he could see the light from the approaching village. "Good boy," he said softly to him while giving him a pat on the neck.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
There was a strange noise from the bushes. Gawyn stopped immediately trying to detect what the noise came from. He had been way to paranoid lately because of what happened. People had started to talk, they were calling him a darkfriend. All because he didn't follow Rand. And when people talk rumors start to seem real to a lot of people.
Now people were starting to hunt him down, think the Lord Dragon would favor them for bringing him one of his foes. Especially since he was a very powerful foe. Even people his mother had made alliances with once we're sending soldiers.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Egwene, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
She had been waiting for him to come all night. Oh how she wished they could be together, but he would not let her. He told her how dangerous it was to be with him hoping it would drive her away. Instead it made her want to be with him more. Oh how she loved him. She could not wait till the day they could be together forever. And knowing that, that day would come was the only thing that kept her going from day to day. "One kiss my bonny sweetheart,
I'm after a prize tonight
But I should be back with the yellow gold
before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
and harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight,
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way." He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
As a black cascade of perfume
came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west. Egwene sighed and returned to her bed. She wished he would be safe and that nothing would happen to him. Those were her last thoughts before slipping into a comfortable sleep. With dreams all of him. She awoke the next morning and waited. He did not come at the dawning
he did not come at noon
and out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
looping the purple moor
a redcoat troop came marching
marching, marching,
King George's men came marching
up to the old inn door.
They said no word to the landlord
they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her
to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
with muskets at their side
There was death at every window
Hell at one dark window
for Egwene could see through the casement
the road that he would ride. "No!" she cried. "You can't do this! Please!" Then she began to cry. For she knew there would be nothing she could do. They had tied her up to attention
with many a sniggering jest
They had bound a musket beside her
with the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
she heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way." No.I can't let him die, but how can I save him? Oh lord what am I going to do? Then she realized what she needed to do. Knowing what it would mean she didn't care because she knew he would be safe. And this way they would be together for sure. She twisted her hands behind her
but all the knots held good!
but she writhed her hands 'til her fingers
were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness
and the hours crawled by like years
till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
the tip of her finger touched it
the trigger at least was hers. Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
The horse's hooves rang clear
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
were they deaf they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
The redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still. She was crying. But not out of fear, out of lose. For she knew what this meant. "I'll see you again soon, my love," She said to the wind. Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death. He turned, he spurred to the west
he did not know she stood
bowed with her head o'er musket
drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew gray to hear
how Egwene the landlord's daughter
the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
"She's gone. I'll never see her again. Never. This can' happen to me. We were going to be together forever after this night. How could they do this? How could they?! I'll get them.I'll avenge her. I will." Gawyn though. These were his thoughts until finally he broke.
And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
With the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat. Still on a winter's night they say
when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
a highwayman comes riding,
riding, riding,
a highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn door. Well there ya go. Tell me how ya like it ok? Yes I do realize it's a wee bit a/u and that they didn't have guns in his series. Just bare with me here ok people? PRETEND!! I mean my gosh that's what I do all the time!! lol alrighty well review please!! Byebye! ~FTP
Disclaimer: You.::laughing:: you thought I.?:::rolling on floor::: You actually thought I? Hahahahaha.. Ok that's enough now kitties. I do not own Wheel of Time. Nor do I own the rights to the song Highwayman sung by Loreena McKennitt. Then again neither does she!! Mwahahahahaha.
Highwayman
Gawyn slowed his horse to a walk as soon as he could see the light from the approaching village. "Good boy," he said softly to him while giving him a pat on the neck.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding, He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
There was a strange noise from the bushes. Gawyn stopped immediately trying to detect what the noise came from. He had been way to paranoid lately because of what happened. People had started to talk, they were calling him a darkfriend. All because he didn't follow Rand. And when people talk rumors start to seem real to a lot of people.
Now people were starting to hunt him down, think the Lord Dragon would favor them for bringing him one of his foes. Especially since he was a very powerful foe. Even people his mother had made alliances with once we're sending soldiers.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Egwene, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
She had been waiting for him to come all night. Oh how she wished they could be together, but he would not let her. He told her how dangerous it was to be with him hoping it would drive her away. Instead it made her want to be with him more. Oh how she loved him. She could not wait till the day they could be together forever. And knowing that, that day would come was the only thing that kept her going from day to day. "One kiss my bonny sweetheart,
I'm after a prize tonight
But I should be back with the yellow gold
before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
and harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight,
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way." He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
As a black cascade of perfume
came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west. Egwene sighed and returned to her bed. She wished he would be safe and that nothing would happen to him. Those were her last thoughts before slipping into a comfortable sleep. With dreams all of him. She awoke the next morning and waited. He did not come at the dawning
he did not come at noon
and out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
looping the purple moor
a redcoat troop came marching
marching, marching,
King George's men came marching
up to the old inn door.
They said no word to the landlord
they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her
to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
with muskets at their side
There was death at every window
Hell at one dark window
for Egwene could see through the casement
the road that he would ride. "No!" she cried. "You can't do this! Please!" Then she began to cry. For she knew there would be nothing she could do. They had tied her up to attention
with many a sniggering jest
They had bound a musket beside her
with the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
she heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way." No.I can't let him die, but how can I save him? Oh lord what am I going to do? Then she realized what she needed to do. Knowing what it would mean she didn't care because she knew he would be safe. And this way they would be together for sure. She twisted her hands behind her
but all the knots held good!
but she writhed her hands 'til her fingers
were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness
and the hours crawled by like years
till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
the tip of her finger touched it
the trigger at least was hers. Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
The horse's hooves rang clear
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
were they deaf they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
The redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still. She was crying. But not out of fear, out of lose. For she knew what this meant. "I'll see you again soon, my love," She said to the wind. Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death. He turned, he spurred to the west
he did not know she stood
bowed with her head o'er musket
drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew gray to hear
how Egwene the landlord's daughter
the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
"She's gone. I'll never see her again. Never. This can' happen to me. We were going to be together forever after this night. How could they do this? How could they?! I'll get them.I'll avenge her. I will." Gawyn though. These were his thoughts until finally he broke.
And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
With the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat. Still on a winter's night they say
when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
a highwayman comes riding,
riding, riding,
a highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn door. Well there ya go. Tell me how ya like it ok? Yes I do realize it's a wee bit a/u and that they didn't have guns in his series. Just bare with me here ok people? PRETEND!! I mean my gosh that's what I do all the time!! lol alrighty well review please!! Byebye! ~FTP