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Kristi's Crypt

• The Highwayman

  Alas he was the highwayman
  The one that comes and goes
  And only the highway-woman
  Keeps up with the likes of those
  And she in all her magic
  With hands as quick as light
  Took him to be a challenge
  And went into the night.
  
  And he in all his glory
  Was far ahead of her;
  But she was never sorry
  For wishes that would burn.
  Enter competition
  She chases beneath the moon.
  Her horse is like a dragonfly
  She is just a fool.
  
  And she wonders is this real,
  Or does she just want to be Queen?
  And he fights the way he feels.
  Is this the end of the dream?
  
  And then he sees her coming
  Heartbeats on the wind.
  Considers slowing down
  But then...he could never win.
  And she...out in the distance
  Sees him against the sky.
  A pale and violent rider
  A dream begun in wine.
  
  And she wonders; is this real
  Or does she just want to be Queen?
  And he fights the way he feels.
  Is this the end of the dream?
  
  A dream as the thunder wakes her.
  And her highwayman disappears
  on a life already lived before
  In eyes welled with tears.
  
  Today and still today they ride.
  Will they ever win?
  He the glory...
  She the love...
  Still they try again.
  He the glory...
  She the love...
  Still they try again.
  He the glory...
  She the love...
  And still they...try
      ...again.