Into the Night

Bent on destruction, heart of the flame,
Evocative peace that is so hard to tame.
Come out and tell me – do you know my name?
I ride in the sunset engulfed in the rain...

See my West Texas, the desert at large,
Memory held against time like a targe.
I never knock, I just blatantly barge,
Shoot deputies and then leave with no charge.

Neon cathedral, my prayer in wine,
Hold on – I got pretty blonde on the line.
She says: "Drop everything, come down to mine."
I say: "Well, damn, good honey, alright..."

Stars will accompany me through the night,
Ghost on the horse – through town we ride.
I don't care much that the pretty blonde died
Ten moons ago at saloon "Danny Bright."

Put up the gun to the crescent and fire,
Silver-lit bullet will cut through the liar.
Hole in my chest – yet I don't dire.
Coroner, put me to sheets, my good sire.

Two aching ghosts of the desert aspired
To be together, to hold their love higher.
Undead cowboy, withered, expired,
Undead huntress, blasphemous, tired.

Silver-lit bullet, put me to sleep,
I ride and I ride – as memories weep.
Pretty blonde's waiting somewhere in the deep,
Gun in her hand, crescent upheaved.