As he stepped down from stirrup to dirt the road worn traveler reached up to the boiling sun.
How far had he rode today. From pillar to hitching post a wayward ghost a hollow merchant.
Swathed in leather and silver...tooled steel on his hip...a killer by trade. He was made to this
By nightfall alone on moonlit trail would he be in slow self procession to find bad intentions.Tradesman in sulfur and lead...black smoke and resounding explosions. Then silence.
Tradesman in black.
Death and deliverance.
Paid in full.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
As he stepped down from stirrup to dirt the road worn traveler reached up to the boiling sun.
How far had he rode today. From pillar to hitching post a wayward ghost a hollow merchant.
Swathed in leather and silver...tooled steel on his hip...a killer by trade. He was made to this
By nightfall alone on moonlit trail would he be in slow self procession to find bad intentions.Tradesman in sulfur and lead...black smoke and resounding explosions. Then silence.
Tradesman in black.
Death and deliverance.
Paid in full.
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