Beneath a sky of burning, blazing blue
The prairie’s vastness stretches, calm and wide
Where sun in glory casts its golden hue
And bold the breeze speaks secrets as it glides

Upon his horse rides the lone gunslinger
A shadowed figure, eyes dark and deep
He challenges night, that final ringer
As death’s own echo through the world shall sweep

Cacti stand tall, sentinels of the hush
Rising with pride from parched, unyielding ground
They witness the duel’s cold, relentless crush
Where bitter fate in silence will be bound

The clock of life, with no fixed chime or tone
Beats in the chest of man, a pulsing cry
And the bullet, swift, its truth overthrown
Brings down the shadow - now, just wait and lie

At last, the West, in rough and rugged rhyme
Sings of fleeting glory, sorrow, and flame
And the soul of man, in the void of time
Becomes immortal in the sun’s last name