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Dust and Dusk
In the vale where shadows crept at dusk
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross
A deadly jest, the game they played
The stakes, a life; the prize, the loss
No words were spoke, no mercy given
For justice was a fleeting ghost
And when the last red breath was driven
The masked man always stood the most
The sun would set behind the hills
A burning blaze of crimson sky
And in its glow, he dealt his will
A flash, a shot, a soft goodbye
He wandered towns none dared to name
Forgotten by the world’s regard
Yet all who faced his deadly aim
Fell cold upon that dusty yard
His footsteps echoed in the night
As lawmen trembled, prayed, and cursed
For when he rode beneath that light
The Devil often rode in first
The townsfolk watched with bated breath
From windows cracked with years of grime
As dusk brought with it whispered death
And left behind a toll of crime
No grave was dug, no justice found
For none could match the speed he bore
And when the dusk had wrapped the town
He vanished, leaving nothing more
The moon hung high, the wind blew cold
His figure drifting through the vale
A nameless specter, tired and old
Yet bound forever to the trail
For in that mask, behind the veil
He bore a curse no man could break
To deal in death where shadows pale
And lose himself with each mistake
He’d tasted blood, and felt the steel
Of life’s sharp edge upon his skin
And now, beneath the heavens’ wheel
He carried all that might have been
And still at dusk, in twilight’s breath
The masked man rides the roads unknown
Forever dealing cards of death
Forever lost, forever alone
A masked man rode with silent tread
His name long lost, his purpose hushed
But death was sure where he was led
The dusty road beneath his steed
Lay barren, cracked, and lined with sin
The whispers told of evil deeds
Of souls he’d sent to winds that spin
He wore a mask of tattered black
That veiled his face from Heaven’s light
And in his hand, the Colt intact
Was quicker than the creeping night
At dusk, he came to deal his trade
Where blood and pride would often cross
A deadly jest, the game they played
The stakes, a life; the prize, the loss
No words were spoke, no mercy given
For justice was a fleeting ghost
And when the last red breath was driven
The masked man always stood the most
The sun would set behind the hills
A burning blaze of crimson sky
And in its glow, he dealt his will
A flash, a shot, a soft goodbye
He wandered towns none dared to name
Forgotten by the world’s regard
Yet all who faced his deadly aim
Fell cold upon that dusty yard
His footsteps echoed in the night
As lawmen trembled, prayed, and cursed
For when he rode beneath that light
The Devil often rode in first
The townsfolk watched with bated breath
From windows cracked with years of grime
As dusk brought with it whispered death
And left behind a toll of crime
No grave was dug, no justice found
For none could match the speed he bore
And when the dusk had wrapped the town
He vanished, leaving nothing more
The moon hung high, the wind blew cold
His figure drifting through the vale
A nameless specter, tired and old
Yet bound forever to the trail
For in that mask, behind the veil
He bore a curse no man could break
To deal in death where shadows pale
And lose himself with each mistake
He’d tasted blood, and felt the steel
Of life’s sharp edge upon his skin
And now, beneath the heavens’ wheel
He carried all that might have been
And still at dusk, in twilight’s breath
The masked man rides the roads unknown
Forever dealing cards of death
Forever lost, forever alone
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