|
A wronged man stood at high noon
With a glare in his eye,
He stood as strong as a mountain
Victory he had to obtain.
The sun beat down upon him,
Beat down with an unbearable heat,
He wiped his forehead clean of sweat
As he began to reflect upon his love.
How long has it been
Since he last saw her?
She stood so tall and strong
Thought they'd live forever.
Two years past
She vanished without a word,
So took up his guns
And went in seach of her.
He traveled several miles
Wrought with hunger and thirst,
His mind pulsed night and day
For he would not stop 'til he got her
His home was gone
As were his friends and family,
All in the search of this woman
Whom he loved so much.
He carried her ring in his pouch
Wanting to marry this ghost,
She was so wonderful and sweet
But she was nowhere to be seen.
20 long months it was
Riding on horse and foot,
Nearly nonstop for over a year
'Till he found his love
There she was, Maybelline
The love of his life,
Standing in a bar
Dressed like a lady of the night
He ran up to her
To greet her with a kiss,
But she refused to do so
"I'm with another man" she said
He exclaimed with disbelief
Since she had left him,
His very own Maybelline
Then they went to her room.
They spoke some more
As he learned about her,
"I'm with another man" she said
He has learned well enough.
Maybelline reached over to her vanity
She whispered "I have a surprise"
Then drew her gun
Two bullets was his prize.
She laughed and smiled at his fate
To be in such a wounded state,
She left thinking he was dead
But he rode off, rittled with lead.
He removed the bullets
Then rode away for several nights,
Getting far from that demon
He wanted for a wife.
Burning hate and vengence filled him
So he made a deal with the Devil,
To hunt down that witch, Maybelline
For his broken immortal soul
He changed that day to a different man
To a gunslinger wanted by the law,
And for four months
He traveled for his vengence
The man shook awake
Returning to reality,
Then saw his opponent
Knowing it was her man.
This would be 23 duels
And he ain't slow,
But the Devil's in him
As speed won't stop will
The men stood face to face
Far away for the duel,
As the wind kissed their cheeks
And silence filled the air.
"Draw" was screamed
And both men drew,
Her man was a tad too slow
As His bullets already flew.
He reaped souls for the Devil
That was his curse,
But freeing his mind of her
Was worth any weight.
Her man was dead
And his justice was close,
Now he just needed her
And the deal would be done.
He went to her hotel
And climbed the stairs,
With an aura of hate
Stopping him nobody dares.
He kicked in the door
And saw her at work,
"Get dressed" he said to them
Then shoveled the man out
"Time's come to pay"
"The devil wants his due,"
"For that to happen"
"I have to claim you."
He drew out his gun
And pointed it to her,
"Goodbye, my love"
He said with a sick smile.
The sound echoed
A loud crack,
And with two bullets
He paid her back.
 Sir Leo Portier · Wed Oct 17, 2007 @ 07:27pm · 1 Comments |
