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Out in the sun

For one of them is the end of the road

By Giovanni ProfetaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Out in the sun
Photo by John Kakuk on Unsplash

Confident he opens the door

Driven by his undisputed resolve

Polished boots, immaculate overall

His presence was enough to mute the hall.

“It’s already been settle, at noon, blood will spill.”

You could hear people shouting

Placing their bets on someone else fate.

A whisky shot to soothe the tongue

Another one to gain control

“Come on you bastard, don’t make me wait too long.”

With restless fingers, blowing up smoke

One of the duelers was already out in the sun.

Walking slowly, hat in hand

Leaving his den of vice behind, toothless Jim spat

Pistol in his pocket, he never abided any law

At the sound of the clock

One of the two will leave this forsaken land.

Death wandered around the curve

Not even a whisper could be heard

Temptation road gets crowded

While lady luck danced with the damned

Facing each other

Without saying a word

One of the duelers takes out his gun

One shot followed another, you can only fear the worst.

A single drop nurtured the parched soil

Lady luck knew before hand on whose shoulder she must lean on

Without any remorse, one bullet went on through

It’s time for one of them to pay his dues.

The badge on his overall shone in the sun

His days as the strong arm of the law are gone

Where he’s heading we surely know

Once again the devil lost

He took one of his own.

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About the Creator

Giovanni Profeta

Swimming through life one stroke at a time.

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