Pirates Vs Cowboys
Raising Hell
Through the whimsical woods, the wind whistles at first,
But held down by the hooves clicking, and the jingle of spurs,
The sun bakes against cow hide, denim and steel,
Approaching the coast, the smell of salt fresh on their heels,
The horses trot, their trampling feet irons the leaves,
The ocean's myst gives birth, the horizon conceives,
Skull and bones float with a flag, a pirate ships seen,
It steadily creeps, it's nose cuts and syphens the sea,
The nervious natives collective, no one complacent,
Anticipating and anxious, the beckoning boat is adjacent,
The silence is broken, a single seagul shrieks for a moment,
As it passes, a sound dragged from the depths is stealing the focus,
Sharp reds and yellows litter the sky, succeeding explosion,
A comit tears the atmosphere like a demon or omen,
Instantly, Indian arrows become static and dead,
Strong stallions and steeds, now a panicing mess,
The incomming comit, causing a catastrophic collision,
Several cowboys killed, for the rest, the forest they hid in,
The fear wiped, such synergy, a clean state of mentality,
Anger and a lust to avenge, they began creating their strategy,
They plot to flee to farmiliar plains or this,
Meanwhile, they're in the priates palms as they make a fist,
Branches crack, leaves rustle, and drew their glare,
Thr putrid stentch of sweat and rum pollutes the air,
The victims vacate the vicinity and venture to open land,
On the way, gathering supplies from an explosives cache,
Dynamite is laid hidden behind twigs and loose fauna,
The land dwellers duck behind cacti and rocks, ready to do slaughter,
The pirates appear, figuring victory as their faction's bigger,
Unsuspecting, many step into the blast zone and the trap is triggered,
One minute hunting, then suddenly everything around explods,
The fireworks pop, enemies drop, and then a cloud of smoke,
Hand cannons meet pistols, a frightening followed event,
The attackers definitvely defeated, all of them dead,
The smell of gunpowder infests, for the cowboys, few are hurt,
They spout wings and raise up, the pirates return to Lucifer.
Raising Hell
Through the whimsical woods, the wind whistles at first,
But held down by the hooves clicking, and the jingle of spurs,
The sun bakes against cow hide, denim and steel,
Approaching the coast, the smell of salt fresh on their heels,
The horses trot, their trampling feet irons the leaves,
The ocean's myst gives birth, the horizon conceives,
Skull and bones float with a flag, a pirate ships seen,
It steadily creeps, it's nose cuts and syphens the sea,
The nervious natives collective, no one complacent,
Anticipating and anxious, the beckoning boat is adjacent,
The silence is broken, a single seagul shrieks for a moment,
As it passes, a sound dragged from the depths is stealing the focus,
Sharp reds and yellows litter the sky, succeeding explosion,
A comit tears the atmosphere like a demon or omen,
Instantly, Indian arrows become static and dead,
Strong stallions and steeds, now a panicing mess,
The incomming comit, causing a catastrophic collision,
Several cowboys killed, for the rest, the forest they hid in,
The fear wiped, such synergy, a clean state of mentality,
Anger and a lust to avenge, they began creating their strategy,
They plot to flee to farmiliar plains or this,
Meanwhile, they're in the priates palms as they make a fist,
Branches crack, leaves rustle, and drew their glare,
Thr putrid stentch of sweat and rum pollutes the air,
The victims vacate the vicinity and venture to open land,
On the way, gathering supplies from an explosives cache,
Dynamite is laid hidden behind twigs and loose fauna,
The land dwellers duck behind cacti and rocks, ready to do slaughter,
The pirates appear, figuring victory as their faction's bigger,
Unsuspecting, many step into the blast zone and the trap is triggered,
One minute hunting, then suddenly everything around explods,
The fireworks pop, enemies drop, and then a cloud of smoke,
Hand cannons meet pistols, a frightening followed event,
The attackers definitvely defeated, all of them dead,
The smell of gunpowder infests, for the cowboys, few are hurt,
They spout wings and raise up, the pirates return to Lucifer.
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