Leather & Lace Poem by Poison 9901

Leather & Lace

William was but a young boy, when his life took an awful turn
He watched his family slaughtered, and then there house was burned
He vowed someday he’d get revenge, for they would surely pay
His swore this to his mom and dad, of a coming judgment day

He bought a set of Colts, from a friend of his in town
He practiced day and night, he never put them down
His draw was swift as lighting, and his aim was straight and true
He swore that vengeance would be his, before his life was through

He soon became a legend, this kid with the lighting hands
The Undertaker became the only friend, of many who made they’re stands
William only had but two friends, a matching set of Colts
Until one day at the Dead Horse Saloon, where he met, young Gracie Stoltzs

Gracie was a singer, who possessed a voice like a nightingale
And the way she looked at William, always made his heart swell
The two became young lovers, they seldom were ever apart
When they held each other in their arms, it seamed they shared one heart

William was brazen and calloused, unrefined, like ruff cut leather
His Colts and he were never apart, the two were always together
Gracie was elegant and sophisticated, shaped, from the finest of lace
Her hair was long and black like a raven, and swept gently acrossed her face

Two men rode into town, and called William out, out into the streets
Gracie begged and pleaded him, on deaf ears her words did meet
They were the two that remained, of Williams tainted past
To end this nightmare once and for all, in a grave he’d put them at last

As he walked out into the street, he rolled the cylinders, and checked his Colts
As a crowd gathered round to watch, from the saloon young Gracie did bolt
Again she plead with William, please come back, just wait inside until there gone
But William had swore and oath, years ago, as he took his place in the street alone

He stared at the two men, as his memory replayed, that fateful day
Remembering how they had killed his family, and of his vow, they would pay
As one man made his move, six shots rang out, in the blink of an eye
Williams Colts cleared their leather, fired twice, as he watched both of them die

A scream from the crowd rang out, she’s be hit, someone run get the doc
But it was too late for Gracie; she was dyeing, and quickly going into shock
William held her in his arms, as the tears flowed down his face
He swore that he would take it back, if only to have his Grace

The cracking sound of a rifle rang out, above young William’s grief
As everyone stared at the hole in his back, in horror and disbelief
For William had made but one mistake, he never saw the third rider
As the town folk buried Gracie in the cemetery, with William right beside her

These words that marked the tombstone, are all that still remains

Here lies Gracie and William
Two loves that died Together
Each one like a Story Book
One, bound with Lace
The other, bound in Leather


~~~Poison~~~