The Mysterious Horseman

The galloping hooves across the misty moor, 
The horseman riding fast with sword drawn as long before, 
Charges towards the opposing foes, 
Then mysteriously disappears in the glens below. 
The sounds of battle are beginning to drift, 
As the mist on the moor is starting to lift, 
For love of his country he gave his life, 
And left behind his children and a grieving wife. 
On the mist filled days along the moor, 
The horseman still gallops as he did once before, 
And when he reaches the glens below, 
He disappears from sight so the story goes. 
The ghost of the rider is not at ease, 
The sound of hooves still hang on the breeze, 
He died for what he believed was right, 
And still gallops through the mist prepared to fight