Darkheart
He rode in on horse
It was pale of course
He was as mean as he was crazy
He'll rob, murder and steal, But he ain't lazy
The first man was shot in front of the saloon
It wasn't close to being high noon
Didn't tie up his horse, It wouldn't leave
For that kind of action, No reprieve
He kicked the doors wide
And fired inside
No place to run, No place to hide
Who lived and died, He would decide
He did his job from finish to start
This is why they call him BlackHeart
Copyright © Jay Moore | Year Posted 2018
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