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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Off to the side downslope my ride I had time to unburden I don't know why but somehow thought I might could use my lasso Tied there upon my saddle On a small steep bluff it was just enough to stay above the current But it couldn't last I was thinkin' fast 'bout what might be my savin'? How my hide to be savin' As they tumbled past the boys I'd last left as my sweet companions Were screamin' like the demon that unleashed this ghastly end This fiery ghastly end As I swung the horn down from my mount my eyes swept up past Bill He was staring down from the Devil's crown to the witches brew below The maelstrom down below He was still astride that deadly tide that somehow he had conjured And I could see him smilin' there his eyes still fire a'blazin' His eyes like fire a'blazin' And he laughed, I swear like a banshee there above the Hell below A screamin' wail that would even pale a priest upon his altar Mid prayer from the altar Fire still shooting from his eyes, lightning in each hand He was looking down upon the ground where now I made my stand I thought it my last stand The cauldron boiled like a Coven's glow 'cept now a torrent ragin' And the last I saw of the Bar D crew was a wisp and smolderin' ember A charred and smolderin' ember The quakie grove on the bluff I strove around me started crumblin' And I stumbled round on the crumblin' ground my mind a maverick runnin' A branded maverick runnin' My faithful mount fell from my sight his scream announcing his sad plight It rose high above with the Devil's roar and tumbled down to the valley floor It tumbled down to the valley floor The white bark trees all lost their leaves as they twisted in confusion They bent, some broke, but like the spokes of a penny farthing twisted Together some had twisted
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