Based off the poem 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes.

Yes I drew the bad image, I'm sorry for the arm, lips and hand like holy sh!t is it bad!

Warning: blood, guns and major character death!

"The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding
Riding riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door."

There was a male with glasses, riding down a pathway of trees and shrubs. The horses hooves galloped along the mud.

The night was dark, almost a purple shade and so the man was masked by the darkness.

The male behind him on a horse sighed, he just wanted to get there and get everything done and over with.

The highway man's hair flew it the cold, sharp wind as he looked up at the moon, that now reflected his face.

"He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the dark blue velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle
His rapier hilt a-twinkle
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky."

The highwayman was Logan, not that anyone knew that of course, besides Roman his friend.

He wore a black leather hat, white lace under his chin, his jacket was a royal blue with red emblems and his boots brown, so long they went to his thighs. He always carried his pistols and he usually double checked.

Roman was similar to Logan, but had a red jacket instead.

"Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
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 blue-eyed old son
Pat, the landlord's old son
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into his short blonde hair."

The horses made a lot of noise but once Logan was there he rapped on the window with his whip and then began to whistle a tune his lover liked.

A figure came into view, a male with short blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a silk blue shirt and a red love knot being wound in his hair, Patton the landlords son.

Patton opened the window, "Logan?"

Logan looked up and smiled, "greetings Patton."

Patton immediately smiled and leaned over the window, blowing a kiss, as Logan blew one back, as Roman shook his head, this was the dumbest thing Logan had ever done.

"I missed you." Patton said, frowning.

"And I missed you." Logan said softly.

Patton looked around, "nobody saw you, did they?"

"Of course not." Logan replied, he was an outlaw and poor Patton was an innocent boy, who was madly in love.

"Patton, hurry it up this gives me anxiety." A male said from behind Patton, Virgil the youngest son.

Roman caught Virgil's eyes, his dark brown eyes with his own emerald green and he stared.

Virgil had his dark brown hair pushed back, purple cloth around it to keep it in place, "Patton hurry up, Dad'll see you."

"It's fine Virgil."

Roman smiled, "Virgil..."

Virgil looked out and smiled slightly, seeing the handsome outlaw, Roman.

Logan rolled his eyes as he looked up at Patton lovingly.

"Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Dee, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's old son
The landlord's blue-eyed old son;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:"

A male with a bowler hat looked up, hearing talking from the stable he worked out and froze.

There was the outlaw, the highwayman, talking to his beloved Patton.

His mutated snake eye watched them in anger and so he listed to what the robber said, to see if there was anything he could use.

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall 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 moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." Logan said, his eyes full of love.

Patton leaned down, "do be safe..."

"I always am Patton."

"He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach his hand,
But Pat lean out in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of cologne came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed his lips in the moonlight
(O sweet pink lips in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west."

Logan stood on top of his horse leaning up and Patton leaned down, Virgil holding his so he didn't fall and the two kissed in the moonlight.

Roman glanced around wearily, "Logan. We need to go."

Logan pulled back, "I'll be back soon."

"Ok."

Logan got on his horse and galloped away, followed by Roman, as the sons of the Landlord watched them leave.

"He did not come in 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 over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching
Marching marching
King Thomas' men came marching, up to the old inn-door."

Logan didn't come in the downing or noon. As Patton sighed sadly, waiting for his love to return, as he and his brother went about work.

The road was purple that sunset and the inn was fairly quiet, when in the distance there were footsteps, marching.

Virgil looked out the window and froze, redcoats, King Thomas' men. What did they want?

They came up to the inn-door.

"They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his old son and bound him to the foot of his narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at his casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Pat could see, through his casement, the road that he would ride."

They said nothing as they barged in, grabbing ale and drinking it. It was strange but they let it happen, and everything was tense.

But then one grabbed Patton and when the landlord tried to stop him, they knocked him out.

"Let go of me!" He yelled and Virgil went to help, but also got knocked out.

They dragged Patton upstairs, as he thrashed and yelled, they gagged him with a piece of cloth, and bound him to the foot of his narrow bed tightly.

Two of them knelt in his window, with muskets by their side ready to fire. And Patton went white as a sheet.

It was the window with a clear view of the road he'd ride up.

"They had bound him up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside him, with the barrel beneath his chest!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed him. He heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way.""

The men laughed at Patton, who glared and stared out the window, mocking him for his love.

Patton desperately tried to ignore the rifle that was under his chest that they had put there and grimaced when given a kiss by one of the men.

"Now keep good watch!" The man in red laughed.

Patton glared and remembered what Logan has said, 'Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way.'

"He twisted his hands behind him, but all the knots held good!
He writhed his hands till his fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was his!"

Patton twisted his hands behind him desperate to break the ropes, but it didn't budge or loosen, just dug into his skin, drenching his finger tips in blood and sweat.

It felt years he sat there struggling, but eventually at midnight, the tip of his finger touched the trigger and smiled lightly.

"The tip of one finger touched it, he strove no more for the rest;
Up, he stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath his chest.
He would not risk their hearing, he would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in his veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to his love's refrain."

He slowly got up, careful to not draw attention,  and stared out of the window in worry and fear.

He had to make sure Logan was safe. He couldn't let his lover die.

"Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that 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."

Patton's head shot up at the sound of hooves flattering against cobble.

'Did they hear?' He thought in worry.

Again there was more far away in the distance, 'are they deaf? Can they not hear?'

Logan and Roman were riding on their horses to go see Patton, though if Roman was honest he was going to catch a glimpse of Virgil.

The men saw and held their muskets, ready and Patton stood up straight.

"Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! His face was like a light!
His eyes grew wide for a moment, he drew one last deep breath,
Then his finger moved in the moonlight
His musket shattered the moonlight
Shattered his breast in the moonlight and warned him with his death."

The hooves echoed through the cold, silent night, both men getting nearer.

Patton's eyes widened and took a deep breath, one he knew was his last.

He pulled his finger down slightly and there was a loud bang that echoed and carried through the night, making the two men pause in their journey.

Patton had blood, dripping down his chest, his death warning Logan and Roman what was to come.

"He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with his head o'er the casement, drenched in his own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Pat, the landlord's old son,
The landlord's blue-eyed old,
Had watched for his love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there."

Logan and Roman went west, neither knowing was was shot.

Virgil woke up at the sound of a bullet and gripped his head in pain and stumbled up stairs and screamed.

Patton was there, his head bowed and blood soaking his clothing.

Not until dawn did Logan her the news of who had died by the same man, Dee, who sold them out.

"It was Patton. The landlords oldest son. He shot himself in his room."

Logan's face went gray, realising Patton had waited for him in the moonlight and died there, so that Logan could live.

"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 his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat."

Logan waisted no time in getting on his horse and riding out, leaving a very confused Roman behind who did not follow.

He had tears in his eyes as he swore to the sky in anger and resentment, the horse kicked up dust and smoke.

He held his rapier high in anger, ready to kill each and every one of them.

The red coats ran out the inn upon seeing him and aimed, shooting him down on the highway.

Logan fell off his horse and lay in his blood on the road, dying there and then.

"And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding
Riding riding
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door."

Virgil said, reliving the story to a bunch of children who sat around him, holding the ribbon Patton used on multiple occasion.

"Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's blue-eyed old son
Pat, the landlord's old son
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into his short blonde hair."

He finished and the children gasped.

"Do you think that the ghost of them still meet up?" Asked a little girl.

Virgil smiled, "it's a lovely thought. One I hope happens."

"Virgil, go take a break." His father sighed, though it happened a year ago, it still hurt his eldest was dead.

Virgil nodded and went up stairs, when he heard tapping on the window by a whip and a light whistle and smiled.

He rushed over and opened the window with a smile, as he messed with the purple ribbon in his hair, his brown eyes stared into the emerald eyes he fell in love with.

"Virgil." The one who whistled smiled

"Roman."