ON a horse of ivory, with fire red eyes
snorts the dust of the dead, the unforgiven
long black coat,tattered by the wind, golden skin
white hair bleached by the sun
blood red shirt,jeans aged as if old was new
tarnished silver spurs on his boots made of snakes
venomousness in nature, kinship for the wearer
they still hold the dust of the western civilization
his weapon of choice------sin
discarded outlaw of the past traveling the new age as if it were a disease
in the day when justice was king and everything else fell to its knees, time has forgotten him
a mere ghost galloping out of existence, fading
he does not understand modern
plastic society with its glamour put on for show
sun setting on a world left behind by god
mankind sits on a throne of a graveyard
a loner riding into the blackness that is the future
he sits there on top of the world
that has forsaken justice and everything between
and knowsthat you cannot save nothing for nothing
Carrie Ann Kawa 4/2001
You know i love there story.
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