“BANG, BANG, BANG! “three treacherous bullets shattered an innocent heart, shattered all emotions (including love). That crisp and frosty night said it all. Everything Bess had ever dreamed of had been tormented by death. It was all over. The highwayman (like all highwaymen) had demolished every single piece love and chemistry that sustained between each other. The story behind this revolting suicidal murder will make you think that your ears are deceiving you…
Sometimes love can transform your life into sheer disaster, it can hurt you deep inside your soul. You feel that all joy has been sucked into some sort of vortex. The same had applied with Bess and her ‘head over heels love” for The anonymous Highwayman. Bess’ heart would throb every time she layed her eyes upon her true love. This so called love had caused a catastrophe! King George’s law enforcing had been watching for Highwayman like hawks. One sighting of a Highwayman and everything in their path would be destroyed until their prime suspect was caught! King George’s determined men had heard gigantic news that would tip the sales of life completely. Bess was automatically tied up with dozens of lethal guns by her side (not a great way to be kept company). Their was something brutal in the air. A sense of unbearable anticipation. Bess remembered the cryptic message that her darling Highwayman had whispered in her ear. “Wait for me by moonlight, watch f0r me by moonlight.” It was a immensely daunting for Bess as those words echoed through her mind. ”TLOT LOT, TLOT LOT!” the thunderous yet ominous galloping of horse hooves were heard in nothingness. DUH, DUH, DUH!
Could it be? The Highwayman was to be seen? To everyone surprise, it was. His eyes glimmered in the darkness of the moonlight. Bess stared out of the window , her eyes bulging like never before. She had nary an option but to commit suicide. “BANG, BANG, BANG!”. Bess was dead. Her blood trickled, a claret colour. Her love for the Highwayman had conquered this massive situation. She was done for.
For me personally, I think she made the absolutely incorrect decisions. I know she had unconditional love for this criminal, however she sacrificed her life for an unworthy cause. I mean, when you are in a crisis situation as such and you immediately kill yourself when there is the slightest sense of danger. Maybe things could have turned around. Maybe The Highwayman would have come to the rescue. If Bess had great trust for him, why would she kill herself? She could have trusted her true love to handle the problem cautiously. Having said that, I think that what Bess did was a immensely valiant effort (even though The Highwayman got killed in the end!).Gradually, as the story moves on, Bess and Mr. Criminal AKA The Highwayman become ghastly ghosts. OOH, OOH! Suddenly, everything ends.
“WHOOSH, WHOOSH!” a faint noise flowed around the graveyard. Suddenly, an enormous spiral of red blood appeared. Bess stepped out of it wearing rips and rags. She had come out penniless. “Woe, woe is me. I have lost my true love. And I have no company.” Bess wailed. Then to everyone’s surprise, The Highwayman came riding, riding. He came across Bess as if she was the wind itself. ” My darling Highwayman, don’t you recognise me? It’s me Bess, you love me, right?” Bess said trying to ring a bell in his memory. ” Do not touch me, thy peasant. You horrify me in ways beyond human comprehension!” The Highayman bellowed saying his highly mean remarks. Bess hesitated to answer as the horrid man rode off. Bess clearly couldn’t stand that tomfoolery. So like any other woman, Bess went to see to it. She hurtled herself to King George’s castle where she did something so devious it would blow your knickers off. “Hey madam, what do you think you’re doin’ here?” questioned the guard to the castle. “Pardon me sir, I don’t want to cause you any harm but I need you for revenge that I want to pull off to my former lover.” Bess replied. They negotiated like business men and woman. Until the job at hand was done.
King George’s men rode into the far distance looking for their suspect. THE HIGHWAYMAN! Eventually, they found him, lurking about. “We’ve got ya now, sonny!” yelled one of King George’s men. They grabbed him by the collar and dragged him of for the big punishment for all he had done (including stealing, killing, lying, threatening etc). Hundreds and thousands gathered around the guillotine where they would brutally murder him. Bess had scored front row view. She was silently sniggering to herself. The Highwayman stared at her as though he wanted to slice her up into pieces. “Dick Morris Turpin shall now be executed…”