I fall down, my time has arrived.

The journey has been long and lonesome

But today I unsaddle my steer.

Through the leather strap over the carved wooden pole


Revolver on the table, void with need no more.


The mistress stares on at the distraught ranger of no mans land.

Fear denied, courage defined, there he sat eyes on the floor.


The only love he knew was when two bloods ran in one stream.

The dirt from the earth, and the sweat from his brow made a mighty team.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s