The Highwayman
Based on the poem. all things UFO belong to someone else. All OC’s are mine, mine, mine … yeah, a little possessive there <laughter> PART ONE I THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— …