SWORD AND GUN
More than a century ago, a man lived and roamed,
He was of both good and bad as life was hard in his land.
He traveled alone, no family to call his own, who was he,
On a mission of some kind, something needed to be changed.
To prove he was of a decent kind, not on the wrong side of things,
Go to war against those who were of evil against a certain law.
Dressed was he ready for the fight, a poncho, sword, and gun at his side,
From a long time before, he was the master gunfighter, today no more.