Once upon a midnight road,
It did happen along,
A drunken man astrode,
Singing a merry song.
To a single melody he does walk,
Frivolously un-aware,
Noticing not the raven flock,
Or the sudden chill in the air.
It is humorous indeed,
Said the man in hooded cloak,
When he dies it is guaranteed,
His soul I will revoke.
But not of my own record,
Tis not of my jurisdiction
He must depart on his own accord,
Not of my own infliction.
But surely he will drop soon,
I can see bandits ahead,
Under a copper moon,
On danger he does tread.
Once upon a midnight road,
It did happen along,
One man would reap what he sowed,
And bandits would end a merry s