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Destiny's Charm (Inspired by Susan's Weaponry Skills)
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Destiny's Charm (Inspired by Susan's Weaponry Skills) |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA 
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Tumbleweeds rolled the dust filled street as horses stood in silent wait. Where Five Card Stud ruled the table and guns were drawn to seal one’s fate. Was said by some who did recall a fateful day before high noon. A gent rode in to pick a fight and he wanted it now, really soon. The doors flew open, he walked inside A beer stood silent just for him. A crescent scar beneath his eye cast a glare, so ugly and grim. The barkeep said that beer was free and not to worry about the tab. For when she came, Ms. Destiny Another soul would find their slab. The Undertaker sized him right up for the pine box he had to build. The stranger laughed, in disbelief. Surely not he who would be killed. A hush came over the house when the soft step of a lady was heard. Ms. Destiny, of soft dark eyes approached the bar without one word. He thought she might find some desire to see what he had stored away. But Destiny grinned and stepped aside for this would be his fateful day. Pistols and knives and throwing things were what she said she had for him. He laughed and almost choked his beer and called the barber for a trim. She let him have his last request before the fateful time arrived. A knife she held to pierce his heart For he would die as she survived. They walked outside as crowds stood by to see if she could take this man. A golden voice and soft brown eyes would fool him well, this was her plan. They turned as one and walked away until the paces were as she said. His coat was open, a pistol gleamed Ms. Destiny would soon be dead. A rooster crowed, the town clock chimed the hour of noon, so high and hot. The stranger drew, his draw was timed to take her down with just one shot. And when the smoke and dust did clear just one was standing free of harm. The stranger lay, as death was near. Slain by a voice, a woman’s charm. For in his heart a knife did lie as the last drops of blood were spilled A crescent scar beneath one eye, one more pine box was built and filled. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Vary Barry...I like your take on High Noon. The heart holds many hurtful weapons...and also some that heal, yes?  |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Yes dear lady, the heart certainly does. How you be? Hope you and the Hubby are OK.. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
High Noon at the PiP Corral! ~ and you can bet your "Sticky Buns", I'm never going to cross Ms. Susan Destiny! Nooosirree! No pine box for me! Linda |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Nor will I... You see what he got!!! Martial Arts and Blueberry Tarts.... and a pine box filled to the brim!!! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yes I too have heard about Susan and her 'tools'. This did remind me of High Noon Barry. Excellent write. Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Thanx Nancy...I agree..... A wink and hug to ya.... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Barry, I'm smiling, chuckling out loud, and am very flattered. This was great fun. Thank you so much for such a wonderful gift. Hugs to you  susanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Barry, this was a treat! Much enjoyed.  ......jo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
enjoyed this |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
A great story in poetic terms! Eric |
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