English poem
The Moor Ghost
by Robert E. Howard (1906–1936)
They haled him to the crossroads As day was at its close; They hung him to the gallows And left him for the crows.
His hands in life were bloody, His ghost will not be still; He haunts the naked moorlands About the gibbet hill.
And oft a lonely traveler Is found upon the fen Whose dead eyes hold a horror Beyond the world of men.
The villagers then whisper, With accents grim and dour: "This man has met at midnight The phantom of the moor."