The Highwayman

Bells toll loudly from a distant tower, telling of a gathering for the event
The Headsman's axe is primed for dispatch of justice to be sent.
Let me tell how this came to pass, as I await a walk to life's conclusion,
Be assured to hold me no pity, I do not ask it, so there is no confusion.

I pillaged and plundered the countryside as a highwayman by trade
Mostly I traveled alone, but ever so often, would join a band's raid.
I joined a pack of ruffians to track down a shipment of king's gold,
Everything went according to plan, but one fool became too bold.

Awaiting the procession of guards to pass, hiding among the trees,
Without raising alarm, disable the guards, was how it was to be.
I stealthily slipped from the trees and hid under the wagon's tarp,
The others were to disable the guards, but one was not too sharp.

He jumped a man but allowed him to shoot into the silent night,
Alarming the guards, insuring they would be dead by morning's light.
I froze under the tarp, as I lay down beside the chest of gold
I listened to the guards round up raiders. Their screams were so cold.

So, here I sit in a rotting stench of a cell, awaiting my execution
I never cared for anyone but myself, has been my societal contribution.
I stare out of this window in reflection, for when I take my final breath,
For I may burn in Hell for all of my crimes, but can only die one death.