Gunfighters Goetia

Out on the plains where the coyotes cry,
Rode a man in black ‘neath a blood-red sky
His boots hit the dust with a heavy fall
And whispers followed him, the Devil’s call

His face was hidden, his eyes burned low
A brimmed hat shaded what none could know
The town folks whispered as he rode in
Of the gun at his side, and his life of sin

They say he knew words from a book of fear
He’d speak to shadows no man could hear
By candlelight, when the moon hung still
He’d summon forces to bend his will

His pistol gleamed, but it weren’t just lead
A flick of his wrist, and the spirits fed
The outlaws fell, their knees gave way
Not by the gun, but the words he’d say

He never missed, not by chance or fate
For he had sealed his deadly weight
The bullet flew as if it were bound
By something far from earthly ground

From the preacher's lips, a warning was told
"That man sold his soul for silver and gold
He walks with shadows, his heart’s gone cold
A deal with the devil, his story’s old."  

Through desert towns, the tale would spread
Of a gunfighter raising the living dead
His words were fire, his power strange
None who crossed him walked away unchanged

One night he came to a ghostly place
Where no light shone, and no stars graced
He whispered low, with breath of night
And the darkness bent to his cursed rite

He carved a mark in the wind’s soft moan
A circle drawn in blood and bone
The earth itself seemed to creak and groan
As he called to demons, now fully grown

From town to town, through dust and sand
He ruled the West with a steady hand
No man could touch him, no force could tame
For he was bound by an ancient flame

And when he’d ride, the winds would sigh
For they knew well his eerie cry
A gunman feared by all who’d see
A dark conjurer of mystery

The story ends, as it always will,
With a gun still cold, and a town gone still
But in the night, if you listen clear
You might hear the words that men still fear

For in the West, where the stars burn dim
There’s a shadow riding, silent and grim