by Erin Barnard
In the moonlight so bright,
Can be heard whispers of night,
The plot is planned,
Then are hoof beats heard on the land.
Zorro rides with great courage and show
Wearing his mask, saber, and with his cape a flow,
He rides into the city, ready to contend,
To save an innocent from his very end.
He battles with the skill of a master
And with the very cunning of a fox.
Though his enemies are all around
One that is better than he, is not to be found.
He returns the blameless to their abode,
Then back to his lair he rode.
Another act of justice fulfilled
The night once more stilled.
And today when the moonlight is bright,
Can't you hear the whispers of night?
Listen, I know you can,
Still hear Tornado’s hoof beats upon the land.
