The Marshal

The Marshal

With a twirl of the gun he fired his shot

In the days of the wild Wild West

His face was stern and his eyes were cold

His hands were steadier than the rest

His legend proceeded him as he went

Men hid themselves as women swooned

But like all men he had a destiny to face

Staring death in its hollow eyes at noon

Holding out a hand he reached for her

But she had long since left him alone

And with his breath fleeing with his soul

The last of his pretenses were gone

His reckless ways had pushed her away

And now as he lie there in his own blood

He could no longer muster the macho act

Tears ran down both cheeks like a flood

The lawman was human after all

The mask now pulled from his face

He had lived life by the sword

But now his heart was exposed in its place

With that he welcomed death’s relief

Slowly closed his eyes and bowed his head

Then the noise of life grew still and silent

And another Marshall now lay dead