Gunslinger
Gunslinger, hellspawn
Thrived from Bane, a Western town
He was a preacher in his prime
To saving souls, he gave his time
Condemned to death, but done no crime
For, he was framed in gleam of dime
A murderer, he was then called
So, to the devil, his soul, he sold
In deathly rope, he died in pain
But from the dead, he rose again
For, he must make some wrong things right
So to his gun, he clung so tight
In dark of night and light of day
He's meant to venge, he's meant to slay
With gun in hand, he shoots to kill
Those fools who made his blood spill
April 28, 2023
Spawn Variants Poetry Contest (7th place)
Sponsored By: Robert James Liguori
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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