Rui's poem highwayman

It was dark as black cats, a dark night  and the shining moon light, the owls hooting above the trees and the peacefulness ghostly trees, moving and swaying, the holy church staring at the grassy old road, the rain splashing  in the distance and cars racing along, the evil rain dropping on the peoples heads poor people putting news papers  over ,there hairs a great speed passed the lights as a strange man stopped like his horse was a car and the mud splashed ,as the rain's roaring and waleing