The Forsaken One, Jedediah
Drew his sword, his jeweled shield
long ago labeled pariah
He stepped onto the battlefield

Solotris, Kav, and Karadain
Ordered by the Lady Beth
Knew their mission was in vain
All to receive early death

Jedediah ****** his sword
Into the dirt beneath his feet
Adjusting voice he found a chord
And hummed so melancholy sweet

Reaching 'neath his armored plate
His withered hand withdrew a note
Words he scribbled for his mate
Words she'd never know he wrote

Kav's arrow struck clear and true
The Legend Jedediah fell
Spurting blood a scarlet hue
Knowing this would not end well

Kav ran to the Legend's side
Stared at him with bright blue eyes
Watching as the Legend died
Tears of blood the young boy cries

News of Jedediah's death
Causing city final rest
Reached the eager ears of Beth
Kav would be named Legend's Best

Upon return the young man carried
The body of the Legend Jed
Face was red, the boy was weary
Knowing his worst foe lay dead

Beth approached the boy on steed
To see the face of Forsaken One
Squirming with a thwarted need
She turned to Kav, said "Thank you son"

Standing over Legends face
She couldn't stifle out her cries
Her husband lay in burlap lace
Her husband lay in his demise

Closing shut his bright blue eyes
Withered hands and jeweled shield
Simple silent sordid sighs
Death of love this day did yield

Bright blue eyes and withered hands
Jedediah took his swing
Steel cut sword with ****** bands
Steel on steel again it rings

Solotris was not new to dance
The dance of battle he knew well
Caught in swordplay's gripping trance
Silent, he ****** Jed to hell

Fast they moved without a thought
Wordless plays ran through their head
Remembering what they'd been taught
Though Solotris would soon lay dead

Jedediah could not lose
Not before he knew the truth
Doomed to either sword or noose
He just wanted to know who

Who his star-crossed lover was
He'd fought through all of hell to find
He never had the chance because
He left his loving past behind

Spirits low and bounty high
He slaughtered might Solotris

But withered hands let arrow fly
The arrow, it had found it's niche

I see a pioneer
trading down near
Green creek
but
a long ways back
in
Wyoming.

The river.

They changed the name slightly
still green though and still a creek
guess these is modern times
no more trappers
only hip hop and rappers.

He moved on
somewhere
up there in
Oregon
making a new trail.

Solotris was a working man
Strength portrayed through muscled arm
Of battle he was not a fan
At home his children worked his farm

Karadain a gentle soul
Hadn't fought for quite a while
So long in fact his skills were dull
But the bounty price gave him a smile

Kav was a boy of many traits
A foreigner from war torn lands
Skilled with bow, always shot straight
Bright blue eyes and withered hands

Beth, the queen of sky and soil
She mourned the loss of lover dead
Her kingdom sat in dark turmoil
She wished for Jedediah's head

They anticipate she writes
when insult their cat o' nine tails
and an officer with a retort
but yesteryear she tucks away her blues  
and she's an inspiration with Jedediah
for a casual acquaintanceship inherently  
or irreverently entwine anyway
as any foibles of hers are bare
with clement she need to see there
far and away ever a man alive again.

Jed charged forth with a mighty roar
Karadain was first to fight
Thunder ripped and skies they tore
The clash of swords was an awesome sight

Karadain, he moved with grace
Jedediah stood his ground
Every slash and ****** a waste
Parried with a ringing sound

Jed's claymore soon made it's mark
Silence played a simple song
He ****** it through Karadain's heart
To take a life was never wrong

Solotris bowed his head in shame
Friend or not he didn't care
Life was gone as soon it came
It seemed the fight was hardly fair

Drawing faith in many spades
Solotris began to march
Courage was what courage made
He raised his sword in a deadly arch

Mr Smith.


Jedediah
fire and sand
opened up the promised land.

A mountain lion for sure was he
tamed Missouri and
made tracks to California,
through Oregon and down the trail
explorer Jed
would without fail
make entries in his journal
and
these are the
writings of a greater man.

Untamed hair and shaggy beard,
it's like the sixties came back and bit you
which is fine if you're looking for a quick fix
or a few trips
but this is the twenty-first and we're coming in
third.

The dark ages seemed much lighter.

Cut and run?
well, I would do,
but
that'd be really dumb,
it's not safe anymore

so
I'll stay locked in behind this door
and pretend my name is
Jedediah Smith.