Page 7 the Continuing Saga of Zack Waverly
THE LOST SOULS SALOON Page 7
I pushed aside the swinging doors
And stepped out on the street
My poor horse stood, alone all night
without a thing to eat
I led him by the reins
As we turned to make our way
In hopes to find some oats
Or perhaps a bail of hay
And as we walked so slowly
Just drifting out of town
I couldn't help but looking back
And so I turned around
For a moment, thought I saw
vaguely catching just a trace
In a window, 'bove the bar
Of a ghost-like woman's face
I'll never know, if it was real
Or just a torrid dream
But doomed to wander in a world
Where nothing's as it seems
THE END
Zack will be back In
SHOOT OUT at the KOA CORRAL
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