The Robber And His Wife Poem by Silence Dogood

I wanted to tell you.
To say goodbye.
One last word.
Before i die.
***
The first time I saw you.
I thought you were a prince.
But I now know diffrent.
Youve been a hero since.

You saved my soul from hell.
And gave me another choice.
A new beginging.
One we could rejoice.

Your touch was light.
As though I could break.
My heart and my pain.
You did take.

I loved you.
But your deeds were wrong.
Our love was supposed.
To last a lifetime long.

They came one day.
The soldiers with guns.
They came to my house.
I begged you to run.

But you were no where near.
And didnt hear a word.
They bound and gagged me.
my cries were unheard.

And when I heard your horse.
I thought it was the end.
And the next time i saw you.
You would be dead.

I wrigled and writhed.
And broke free of my bonds.
I took off the gag.
And held a wand.

A gun like magic.
Was held in my hand.
Here I could save you.
Like the highwayman.

I remembered the poem.
And the story it told.
Tears slipped down my cheeks.
Though the poem was old.

I took the gun.
Hoping I could save.
I pulled the trigger.
And was sent to my grave.

The robber came.
And saw her dead.
He turned around.
And quickly fled.

But the soldiers caught him.
And shot a bullet through his chest.
He fell to the ground.
And layed his head to rest.
***
Im sorry she whispered.
As tears fell from her eyes.
As she pointed the gun.
Pulled the trigger and died.