The Gunslinger Poem by Serena Silenced

The chime of the tower clock-
Along with the chink of his boots;
Sealed his fate-
Never mind the hangman’s noose.

The clock struck twelve-
Another man fell.
It was the Gunslinger-
Sent him straight to hell.

The echo of the blast-
Rang through her ears.
The bullet lodged in his belly-
Left Serena in tears.

As he keeled over-
From the force of the lead;
Blood spattered on his boots-
Even he knew he was dead.

The gunslinger had called him a cheat-
With an ace up his sleeve.
He challenged him to a duel-
He had no reprieve.

Serena was a Fancy Gal,
Also known as a prostitute.
The scene before her eyes
Left her mute.

He promised to take her away.
To make a life with her.
The card game was their ticket.
The Gunslinger was a saboteur!

Her heart was fractured.
They placed her love in the pine.
This was the last straw.
The Gunslinger had crossed an invisible line.

She waited ‘til he had a few shots.
She invited him to her room.
It was at the end of the hall-
Above the saloon.

She brushed him with her lips.
Then she enticed him with her tongue.
He grunted in satisfaction.
Her corset came undone.

He pushed her down to her own bed.
He captured her nipple in his mouth.
He suckled her there.
Then headed down south.

She slid her hands-
Beneath the pillows lace.
She always kept it near.
Just in case.

She took a deep breath.
She said she was through.
She pushed him off.
He hit her right on queue.

She spat in his face.
He left his marks upon her.
But that was her intent.
I’m sure you’ll concur.

Bloodied and bruised
With a smile on her face.
He thought he had won.
He didn’t know about the lace.
<3 Serena Silenced