A wanted man
A rider on the storm with a bounty on his head.
His trusty steed carries him through the storm,
wounded and close to death.
Indeed a wanted
man but he never drew first, yet he drew first blood.
The storm water washes away the blood, although
the pain and his sins remain.
Billy the kid is what he's
named and to him it's just a game.
Life and death
are not far enough apart, in the pistol smoke hear
the blasts every day could be his last.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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