My picture and why, in some sort of prose, my style seems to be changing the more I write. Oh, by the way my favourite gun is the Buntline special, not that I can have a real one living in this controlled country.
A legend dies but lives on
A smoking barrel
Still hot
A man killed with a single shot
in the back
at close range
He lies upon the floor
His eyes open
Staring
but seeing...
nothing
He played poker
and
in his grasp
is
"The Dead mans hand"
Two eights
Spades, Clubs
Two Aces
Spades, Clubs
and a down faced card
the Queen of Diamonds
The coward walks towards the door
Knowing Wild Bill is...
no more
He may be dead but his name lives on
in legend,
stories
and
in song
Poetry by Blilith
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Written on 2011-12-19 at 20:22
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