Ashes to ashes
The lone cowboy roamed the forsaken lands in search of a meaning.
Over the county of dread, planks, music, and gold, he found nothing.
Most weary travellers stalked the grounds for wealth, while he hunted for a living.
“You are the devil, aren’t you?” the old man growled as his soul was for the taking.
Tossing perished souls into the river of fire, his cape became the symbol.
Ravaged lives slowly drown, while the cowboy’s devil eyes make them tremble.
Each town he passed saw saloon doors creak, until he came to a bar so simple.
“All in a day’s work. Another soul meets the dirt,” his words rang, his smile nimble.
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Strapped with death’s lasso, he arrived on the winds of the east, cloaked in fate.
“Under what circumstances does a lad like you come to this bar so late?”
Read the future a few gallops forward, as his eyes captured a lass sitting on the crate.
Edged on his seat, the devil swigged the bourbon down, leaving none to waste.
Dealing with destiny’s contract, the end of the horizon must begin with a setting sun.
Love gambles with hate, chastity kisses lewdness, and there is none you can outrun.
Urged his foot down upon the wooden planks, he sighed, knowing this was the other one.
Leaned his arms against the wall beside her, both smiled, knowing love had just begun.
Letting the fine-lady dig through what had already been dug, she asked for a dance.
“A dance already? Our snake eyes just met, and now you’ve got me in your romantic trance.”
Bellows of outlawed heartbreak blanketed tomorrow, spoken like a last chance.
“Your love’s fate is written, yet I’d saddle up and ride through the dust for one last romance.”
-ThePageWalker
