Desert Ranger

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a maverick, a desert ranger
Who almost died alone, to feed the crows, to become the stranger
Death defied him and life denied him, he thought all hope was lost
Until he found an old way, to bridge the gap and he finally crossed...

...into a barren, purgatorial place, to be cast adrift and left for blind
In an otherworld wasteland, where Hell itself had been left behind
And he cursed gods and men, with a carrion's caw and a loaded rifle
As he swore his vengeance, in the nightmares that he couldn't stifle

And now he wanders along the neural networks of lax lucid dreamers
Seeking a way back, through the fault lines of self-doubting schemers
And although he's fed on many, leaving them a disturbed empty shell
He's still trapped, in a nowhere place, that's so much worse than Hell

So be warned tonight, of a sightless maverick, carrying a carrion crow
For he might emerge, from the wastelands, with delusions to bestow
And you might live happily, forever after, but you will be the stranger
Who will feed the crows, as he once did, as the undead desert ranger