The Day Death Rode Into Town Poem by Paul Warren

He rode into town one Summer's day
And the cut of his jib showed his way
His name was De'ath a simple one
Not born with it but he thought it was duly won

People said don't mix with him
He had always found a way to win
But that day he decided on seeing my girl Fler
That she would be his as the day's end occurred

But you see she was mine in love divine
And I would risk De'ath to keep her fine
So at midday we came on the street
And faced each in a showdown complete

I was the town sherrif and kept the peace
And I had no choice in De'ath's plan of grief
He laughed and cussed me in a coward's call
When I drew my gun shooting him in a dead man's fall

The town gathered around as the dust settled on De'ath
I'd stared him down and was quicker on the draw as his life left
The dirty business was done before the setting of the sun
And we buried De'ath on Boot Hill as the decent thing done.

© Paul Warren Poetry