Tales at Night

The man in black

Black trench coat

Dripping of dreams

Nightmares in form of fear

Braced for cold

Winter rushing forth like water

Casting away summer sun

All here,

The night calling forth

Faith strapped in his holster

Bullets shaped for battle

War times meant for him alone

No help needed

God and liquor for guidance

The world consumed for heat

Hell a door away

Break, break

Brake then sweat

Demons racing for his soul

Spirit unchained

Shackles broken

Freedom, daily fought

The man in black

Skin melted with the night

Love a taste, hardly remembered

Still,

His path in the sky

Telling tales of perseverance

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