• Bounty

    What is this pain,
    Inside my heart?
    A piece is missing,
    As he’s hauled away in a cart.

    This pain hurts so much,
    Yet does not bleed,
    What is this feeling I’ve consumed?
    Answer my question I heed.

    As he’s hauled away by a cart.

    I have not been injured,
    Yet I am fractured,
    I have been cut into two,
    A voice cries yet not heard,

    As he’s hauled away in a cart.

    We all wore black to greet his death,
    A widow I’ve now become,
    But now I must say goodbye,
    What was done is done.

    As he’s hauled away in a cart.

    But even if he’s gone,
    And has caused us so much pain,
    I shall remember him forever,
    And his greed on the train.

    A man,
    Who made a mistake,
    Now hauled away in a cart.

    The train rode on the tracks,
    And in the afternoon,
    A vault of gold and money,
    Was stashed in a cabin room.



    Among the women, children and men,
    He sat and became camouflaged,
    With a pistol hidden among his clothes,
    His mission of survival he was risking large.

    The train carried thirteen men,
    After him and the reward ahead,
    To take on these men alone,
    He’s already dead.

    He waited for the right time to strike,
    When the men became tired,
    He stalked into the vault room,
    Got a stick of dynamite and light the wire

    He ran out of the cabin
    The explosion decided the men’s fate,
    And he went to get his prize,
    He was escaping at this rate.

    He got on a horse,
    That was white and grey,
    He gave it a harsh kick,
    He thought he got away.

    But beyond the horizon,
    A trap was laid,
    Many men on horseback formation,
    His fate and future was made.

    He reared up the horse willing to turn,
    The men began to move,
    Until they became only a cloud of dust,
    And a loud thunder of horses hooves.

    He made the horse gallop faster,
    The wind blowing harsh,
    He turned to see the men,
    In their formation march.

    Fear had crept behind him,
    And slowly filling his heart,
    Like poison from within, the bravery was gone,
    And he saw his future in a cart.


    Despite his broken will,
    He kept on fighting back,
    For they were after his head,
    And his head they would hack.

    He saw his town in the distance,
    And his family waiting his return,
    Tears ran down his face,
    As his heart fiercely burned.

    “To see me like this,
    They’d hate me forever,
    They trusted me, a husband, a father,
    Forgiveness? I fear never.”

    “But if I’m to die
    At least one last thing that they would keep forever,
    We are since family,
    I may cause pain but our love will never sever.”

    And as the brave thief still soldering on,
    To just see his family once more,
    His family to mention were a little poor,
    A wife, two sons and a daughter he adored.

    And while our brave hero rode,
    With tears down his face,
    He saw his family running toward him,
    His heart began to race.

    But before a word was spoken
    A rifle had been shot,
    He felt a sudden pain,
    And the horse covered in red ink spot.

    His wife cried in tears,
    His daughter began to scream,
    His life was at its end,
    His death was like his dream

    Being hauled away by a cart.

    He fell upon the ground,
    On the gritted, ruff, hot sand,
    He lied blindly toward the men,
    Now walking on his land.
    His life flashed before him,
    As he clenched his wound with his sweated hand,
    Which was below the heart he once had,
    He knew that he was damned.

    A sound of crunching sand,
    The general and his gun,
    “So great you once were,
    But now you’re done.”

    He spat on the thief,
    Like he was a disgrace,
    Pulled out his gun,
    And aimed for his face.

    As the thief looked at the gun,
    He turned to his family scared,
    They turned and huddled,
    To see his death the feared, and didn’t dare.

    He looked to the town,
    That was now once his home,
    He turned and looked around,
    At the wilderness he roamed.

    Yet in that distance,
    A white horse appeared,
    So pure, elegant and so free,
    And it reared.

    It was a sign he knew,
    That it was time,
    To let go of this world,
    No more stealing gold and dimes.

    And with a click and a pull,
    The trigger was released,
    He heard a faint scran and all blacked out,
    The thief was now deceased.

    The men on the horses then let his family come,
    And with his last words he said,
    “Let my story live on,
    I cannot for I am dead.”


    How do I know this story?
    You may ask,
    I was plead with a plea,
    And a simply task.

    To tell the story of the brave man,
    My man,
    Who made a mistake,
    Now hauled away by a cart