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A poem I just wrote on the spot...for Krook.
"Shadow Walker" By: Misty D. Taylor

I sit here wondering where you've gone. I'd really hate to ask
Why you left me all alone and released me from your grasp.
I feel as if I'll never hear your sacred voice again.
My dearest of all gunslingers, have I forsaken you my friend?

Desert skies fill hopeful eyes as I look back on my life.
Sometimes I wish we'd meet again and cleanse this bloody knife.
Time is ticking we all fall down somewhere twice as hard.
When I look back now I see the pain from past relations scarred.

I travel weary at a constant pace all the while awaiting the day
That you return along my side and the demons we battle to slay
Will hit the ground with wounded flesh and never get up again
And this tedious journey we travel upon will finally reach it's end.

Fear not the wounds of yesterday or harrowing tales of time.
The road is long we travel on, in years we'll be just fine.
I think of words your mouth once said that filled my heart with hope.
As darkness falls, I stand alone so able to barely cope.

Weary traveler stop living your life running towards the beast.
For he's there in your soul, leaving a hole and it's killing you to say the least.
Fallen commrades, forsaken am I to walk with shadows so close and secluded inside?
So deep fear of feeling awaking the day I run to my savior and hide.

I follow dark footsteps and stare death in the face while misery breaths down my back.
I feel anger inside, sorrow and pain preparing for an epic attack.
I have one sacred moment and my commrade is gone, I turn and feel so alone.
So hollow inside, has my commrade died? This weary traveler now travels alone.

Where have you gone as I load up my six and blast my bulletts on high.
Was this all just a joke, a dream in my throat or did something inside me just die.
The ones that I love are the ones who I leave, I miss my dear old companion so.
As I march in the heat, past the blood on the street I realise it's better to go.

This grim facade beckons me still and I feel as if it's the end.
I approach the gate, filled with sorrow and hate. I've come to reclaim my friend.
Death bestwoes a weary blow I fall a loft in the dirt.
I look at the blood and steel in my chest, I promise you all it dosn't hurt.

When I look up to the sky I see grey clouds and hate.
As I spiral inside I feel dettchment so great.
I cry out to a ghost, I won't let a friend down.
My gasping lungs rattle a desperate sound.

I have fallen for forgiveness and you don't even see.
What have I done to deserve this, have you forsaken me?
I stand a savior for those who have yet to come.
I feel my battle is over as I throw down my gun.

Come if ye be loyal, come only if ye be whole.
Come and lay beside me and suck out my soul.
This gunslinger has traveled for years to reach the end.
The bullets hail and fade and shall never be heard again.

Don't lay your eyes upon me for I swear you couldn't bare
To see my violent body and my death-warmed-over stare.
Don't look upon me commrade, for I never won the fight.
A ghost out in the desert in the summer moonlit night.