The Enchantress

Dead But Love Alive

The moon is up in the clouds watching the moor
And, comes the lover with his ballad to be told-
To the skies, to the oceans and finally to the world,
To prove to all that true love is to the core.

And there comes riding, the dreadful to all,
But not to his beloved who desperately awaits,
The beloved, to the highwayman is none other than Bess,
Who is still waiting, watching and singing to the moon.

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