***Draft. Quickdraw Showdown***
Dusty street, no mercy here,
Colt Navy on my hip, ready to sneer.
Sun beats down like a judgment day,
Smith & Wesson ain't got nothin' to say.
Eyes locked tight beyond the haze,
Boots hit dirt, leaving no trace.
Quiet town watches, breaths held tight,
Quickdraw showdown ends tonight.
Here we stand, ready to bleed;
Gunslinger hearts pay no heed.
Loaded chambers spin their tale,
One wrong move, all turns pale.
Trigger fingers twitch like mad,
Ghosts of outlaws gone so bad.
Faces rugged, glares cut deep;
In the West, no promises to keep.
Dust kicks up, shadows fall —
Two men eyeing one last call.
Shots ring out, fate decides;
Under the sun, the truth can't hide.
Here we stand, ready to bleed;
Gunslinger hearts pay no heed.
Loaded chambers spin their tale,
One wrong move, all turns pale.
Neuronchaser. No Promises To Keep
© Copyright: Олег Крыжановский, 2024
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