Lincoln Letter - The Sheriff

It's before his eyes
The last shot he has to hit
The villain got him by surprise
Yet he's set to be his last
No one dared do his people harm
Only those six feet underground
Till there came the greatest threat
An evil none could comprehend
The final draw is facing him
His final act as the sheriff here
His time is due but he rides again
A final time saving his folk dear
Upon the plains, dry, damp and dead
Only few prayers left
"Look there yonder who rides
By god he has returned"
The sheriff's guns blaze through the sky
Clearing more and more
And so it's painting him black
As he and darkness stand off
Firing rounds till they clear the sky
The dark is down, it's only left on him
A final shot he fires through
And he's on the ground still holding on
As he feels it warm again

Written by:
Jakov Naumoski

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