There exists a man
In search of someone
A sheriff tailing after his target
Only his bounty in mind
He goes from bar to bar
Asking anyone in sight
Circling between towns
On top of his vantablack horse
With each passing tumbleweed
He changed his disguise
Night and day
This silhouette travels
Creeping out of view
In the blink of an eye
Though there are way more treacherous lawbreakers
His fierce eyes only detect his victim
A predator chasing after his satisfaction
Diving between lives to get any hints
Arriving at his last destination
He slams the batwing doors wide open
Everyone's attention shifts
On his bandit-like appearance
Using a foolproof tone, he asks
''Anybody caught wind about Valkrie Hymns? ''
I raise my hand, holding a glass of whiskey
He finally got me
He maintains his thousand-yard stare
Motions as if he wants to take this outside
Questioning with such harshness
Chilling me to the bone
He looks down in distress
Then back up to observe my anxiety
With a slightly annoyed grin
''Guess it's a duel then, huh? ''
Knowing damn well I'm going to lose
I walk in front of the bank, where he pointed
Shit, my pistol is empty
I'm going to die at the hands of this maniac
His shadow grows tall each second
Almost reaching mine
Everything goes quiet
Everyones so still
He reaches for his hip
Drawing his gun in no time
Eye to eye with the trigger
Just shoot me already
Letting the spider inject its venom
Directly into my chest
I fall, connecting with his shadow
''Don't pick the body up, I'm not done yet.''
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