His smile was a bit rakish
Unconventional at best
He wore a patch above his eye
And a black tattered leather vest
He said his name was Adams
As he sat unsteady at the bar
He asked for a shot of whiskey
Said he had traveled far
He had come across the ocean
To find his missing kin
Said he didn’t know where to begin
But he knew how it would end
So he hopped off of his barstool and wondered
Right through the front door
He hadn’t had a decent meal
Since he came ashore
So he went and had some supper
Then he found a room and bed
He laid down on his side
To rest as weary head
Then somewhere in his slumber
He had a frightening scene
It scared him enough to wake him up
With dancing spiders in his dreams
The next morning he was tired
As he got dressed and left
The thunder shook him in his boots
Heart pounding in his chest
The rain came down in buckets
He was soaked from head to toe
Then he asked everyone he came in contact with
To see what they might now
Until he came across a bar *****
Who said she knew the name
Said she knew his kinfolk
As they scurried from the rain
Then she pointed out a tavern
Said “you can find them there”
Then she went off into the distance
Vanished in thin air
As he made his way to the tavern
He loaded up his gun
He knew who he was after
That they’d been on the run
Then he spotted who he had come for
Aimed the pistol and said
“Do you go by the name of Adams?,
Thou art living and should be dead“
The patrons started running
They left quickly and all fled
It was then he pulled the trigger
And shot each one in the head
Then he collected all their bounties
And returned back to his ship
Geared up for the journey
A long and treacherous trip
So goes the tale of Adams
Of his vengeance on his kin
He didn’t know where to begin
But he knew how it would end


The End