the highwayman by leah

The forest glowed in the moonlight, a ghostly shadow stood behind the trees .the path up the hill led to the moon(like in the olden days). The trees had barely any leaves and the path was made of dirt. rocks with no dirt next to them nothing behind  the fences, not a single flower nothing. Grass up to your knees. Abandoned shelters in the moonlight no one to take care of them not even an animal. The skeleton trees whispered to each other in the moonlight. All the branches touched each other in the movement of the wind going west.
Through the trees up the paths the highwayman came riding riding up to the old inn door.

while the wind was blowing the grass and the skeleton trees talked to each other, in the distance a mysterious lonely house came riding, riding over the purple moor. Branches started falling, grass disappeared but still the unlucky horse kept going, everything fell around him, it was like he was in his own world. he passed by without a fear....he was gone into the moonlight . the big black branches stood up and whispered along again  The horse had left a gem behind