Gunfighter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Westerns  |  House: Booksie Classic


The tale of an old gunslinger.

Submitted: August 14, 2018

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I'm taken aback
 
This sudden vile attack
But still I let it ride
 
Because there is no where to hide
 
I ease my hand real slow
 
 
With just inches to go
 
Causing a stir so frightning 
 
Then my hands are like lightning
 
 
And the bullets start to fly
 
Gunslingers all around fall and die
 
I was almost in the clear too
 

Too late and he sees me
 
More bullets fly free

 
Almost to the clear
 
 
I think death is nothing to fear
Then at once it happens and I feel
 
The flash of something steel

The smoke clears and I'm last to stand
 
Another day in this new frontier land
 
This time moved the right way
 
So I can live another day
 
Because I didn't want to die
 
Because it's the innocent angel who dosen't try
And if it's the fool who likes to rush in

 
And if it's me who will lose or win
 
Then I'll make my best guess and I won't care why
 
Just know it's your time to die
 
C'mon and get me you twist of fate
 
If you want to talk well then I'll debate
 
But if you talk with your gun
 
Your boots will be up by the setting of the sun
 
Of course time comes when I'm older
 
And it seems each generation a little bolder
 
And a new kid hits the street
 
Looking to see blood pool at his feet
 
They'll say he's fast 
 
That an old codger like me will never last
 
And he says I'm going down
 
 
There'll be a nice funeral for me here in town
 
And though I try to avoid this man
 
But he seeks from rear and van
 
Eventually we meet
 
In the middle of noon in sun's heat
 
He draws faster than I and knocks me to the ground
 
My old heart starts to pound 
 
So I'm lying in the street there
 
Realizing this fight is very unfair
 
And the sunlight will get dim
 
I've got to find a way to him 
 
The angel of death shall collect his rent
 
But not before his life is spent
 
Repent it's time to pray
 
This will be someone's final day
 
 
You only have to lose once
 
In death you'll be the dunce
 
But you never always win
 
 
Otherwise these fights would be more of a sin
 
So with a quick reach and pull of trigger
 
It was more than the young slinger could configure
 
He fell with a third eye on his head
 
Hopefully to see his errors better while he is dead
 
But as I get up and dust myself off
 
The dirt making my old lungs cough
 
I can only look at at the pool of mud
 
Another young life extinguished in the mud
 
Yet I read about eye for eye in the holy tome
 
And as I make my way home 
 
I throw my guns into a hole
 
No more is my life's goal
 
And if I should come to realize
 
That one day I'll find survival not so good a prize
 
And I'll wish to pass
 
And see my funeral from above in the desert chapel's mass
 
But that's what happens when you reach my age
 
Suddenly time turns your body into a cage
 
And you will remember how you lived by your guns
 
Then eat God's bullet when he fires with the sun
 
Joining all in death's kill
 
Always a gunslinger earns his way into boothill
 
 
 
 


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