Out of this World

Out of this world

The bagpipes skirled as the flag was unfurled

and later quivered in the gale.

Angry clouds swirled as the turbulence whirled

and the girl in the Brougham went pale.

The grip was knurled on the pistol that hurled

a ball at the girl in the hack.

Only in a dream-world, a brooch impearled

could have saved her from the attack.

The cowardly churl was later found curled

and crying beneath a stairwell.

The aimed-at girl was a consort to the Earl

 the shooter, a fair demoiselle.