and the shoulder of death
rode into that town
and he was the pale rider
and he wore a strange frown
and he was the stranger
looking for the manger
to lay his cold guns down
and merge into the town
but there was always one better
to claim the bounty letter
and he would only attack
to shoot him in the back
and the stranger felt the eyes
that did terribly despise
a click of a gun
and a bullet that would outrun
and although hit in the shoulder
managed to reach the boulder
turn and fire fast
and hit the attacker at last
Death smiled as he reaped another one
by the speed of his revolver or gun
i have no time to rest in this plain
there are too many trying to gain
and there ain't no holiday on pain or death
while i am still able to take a breath
no vacations for me here
in this wild, west, lawless, town frontier
and he merged into the shadows of the town
only to be sighted when another is about to be gunned down
no holiday here for death or his warm gun
i have this place for my playground, just to have fun
and the sun set over the frontier town
the good they are sleeping, not hanging around
death looks for victims in the bars and huer tents
as his lust for partners, he has no relent
and the cold headstones belie his trade
a makeshift coffin as the ballustrades
no shortage of souls to embrace
death never needs to cover his face
Georges
Copyright: George Wright 2004
Ballad of Death
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I am a right bad ass, dankish prince and I love my Violet to bits.
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