"The Runaway" by Christina G. Gaudet

She heard their horses coming

But knew not of the ride.

They stopped not far before her.

The leader gave a cry.

"Men do raid these parts, madam,

Looking for those who are meek.

Six black horses these men do ride.

For these we do seek."

His hair was a ghostly shadow.

His horse was much the same.

A badge of honour on his shoulder

Did but show his fame.

"Not a moon ago these men did find

A travelling lady, men by her side.

No clue was left of where they went

Or if the lady lived or died."

A gentle breeze rolls through the trees

Whispering leaves are all that’s heard.

Her long black hair did whip.

No other movement had occurred.

They left with not another word.

Unnoticed, a soldier winked.

A bag of food he dropped

With a note that he had inked.

"To my love I send best wishes

On the adventures you shall lead.

I wish for nothing more

Than to see your six black steeds."