Wes Corona
10-21-2015, 10:46 AM
The Last Roundup
A cowboy upon his horse did ride.
He had succeeded at what he tried.
Throughout his life, he’d done no harm.
He had stayed away from evil’s charm.
There was a time only he did know.
A time with her, his Dominoe.
She held his heart for just awhile.
She’d captured him with just her smile.
She held him close, she held him fast.
He stayed with her until the last.
A bullet found her on a cold morn.
It pierced her heart and she was gone.
He raged and screamed when she was taken.
He vowed death, to her killer forsaken.
From that day on, he would never rest.
He would find her slayer, it was his quest.
And now they are met, on this barren plain.
He, the avenger, still grieving with pain,
And Dominoe’s lifetaker, with nothing to gain.
They drew down on each other, and let bullets fly.
In the end, one did live, and the other did die.
Our cowboy prevailed, he lived, but was dead.
Without Dominoe, he had only dread.
On his horse, he rode on.
With only her memory,
To look upon.
In the end, his horse did fall,
And he was taken,
As wolves did call.
Perhaps it was just an idle view, or the view as seen by an idle mind.
A cowboy upon his horse did ride.
He had succeeded at what he tried.
Throughout his life, he’d done no harm.
He had stayed away from evil’s charm.
There was a time only he did know.
A time with her, his Dominoe.
She held his heart for just awhile.
She’d captured him with just her smile.
She held him close, she held him fast.
He stayed with her until the last.
A bullet found her on a cold morn.
It pierced her heart and she was gone.
He raged and screamed when she was taken.
He vowed death, to her killer forsaken.
From that day on, he would never rest.
He would find her slayer, it was his quest.
And now they are met, on this barren plain.
He, the avenger, still grieving with pain,
And Dominoe’s lifetaker, with nothing to gain.
They drew down on each other, and let bullets fly.
In the end, one did live, and the other did die.
Our cowboy prevailed, he lived, but was dead.
Without Dominoe, he had only dread.
On his horse, he rode on.
With only her memory,
To look upon.
In the end, his horse did fall,
And he was taken,
As wolves did call.
Perhaps it was just an idle view, or the view as seen by an idle mind.