Leather & Lace Part 2
“I got your Back”
A story told years ago of Leather and Lace
About two young lovers, William and Grace
And of how they died that day, in the middle of the street
William shot in the back, while grace lay dyeing at his feet
In the shop keeper’s window, young Williams’s guns displayed
Two matching Forty-Fives, on a bed of lace they laid
Placed there strictly for show, a reminder from the past
And a story of a young man, whose hands were lighting fast
They say that in the night, when the moon is at its rest
William still walks the streets, of this sleepy little town in the west
Searching for the outlaw, the coward who fired that fatal shot
Remember how it felt, and how the lead was hot
And if you listen to the wind, you’ll hear a nightingale
Singing her song of love, for her William, still, as well
The Marshall, a bit older now, his draw a little slower
But still, he had his pride, and his guns he’d never lower
Three men rode into town, thirsty, and covered in dust, so goes the tale
And went into the Dead Horse Saloon, there begin, their day in hell
The Marshall knew each mans face, as the trouble began to brew
For each one was a wanted man, and ruthless killers, of this he knew
He looked and found each man, in a pile of “Wanted Posters”
Loaded up his 10.ga, checked his pistol, and returned it to its holster
He knew he’d never win this battle, inside the Dead Horse Saloon
As he walked out into the street, and called them out, just before noon
His thoughts were of the men he faced, as he stood there all alone
Just he and his loaded 10.ga, when he heard a nightingale’s song
A whisper across the wind, he heard, don’t worry “I got your back”
As he stood there all alone, facing three killers, dressed in black
Each man wore his pistols low, the sign of a high speed draw
But to the Marshall, it didn’t matter; he was sworn to uphold the law
The first man made his move, as the 10.ga rang out with both barrels
Fired in harmony, like the singing of Christmas carols
The Marshall felt his presence; he knew young William was there
As the wind became deathly still, a chill quickly filled the air
He felt a stinging in his right arm, a feeling he knew, was lead
But what he witness next, would forever remain with him inside his head
William appeared in front of him, transparent, like frosted glass
And through his ghostly body, not a single piece of lead, was allowed to pass
As he stood in front of the Marshall, the other two outlaws fired in vain
But William never faltered; for it was there that he remained
William drew his 45’s from their holsters, the ones he knew so well
Two shots rang out through the air, two outlaws, returned to hell
The Marshall dropped to his knees, before him, lay three dead men in black
As William, turned and looked at him, “Remember, I got your back”
Once again, William, was joined by his darling Grace
As they turned, and slowly walked away
Returning, to their final resting place
Another saga added, to the story of
Leather & Lace
~~~Poison~~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad you liked this one as well, , , , lol, , , , 'you are a nut', , , but a good one, , Thanks for the read and the comment. ~~~Poison~~~