The Desperado (Poem)

DESPERADO

Over dusty dunes and mountains

Through rivers, pools and fountains

The desperado rides

In search of thieves and wrong

Fighting crime with a battle song

The desperado rides

And now the desperado sees

A hurtling storm and its enormous decrees

The desperado rides

Toward the storm with courage

And facing the mounting scourge

The desperado rides

See the horse’s nostrils flare

See the desperado’s quiet despair

The desperado rides

For what reason, it is unknown

That he should up his life, all alone

The desperado rides

And so the storm collects and fumes

And death has arrived in a veil of glooms

The desperado falls

A horse without a rider

A life without an abider

The desperado falls

The horse appears without a master

At the home of a dutiful faster

The desperado is dead

A woman who sought his love and peace

A beauty who desired him without cease

The desperado is dead

The desert it not dead or cold

Nor does it lack its colorful fold

The desperado speaks

Live for goodness, children of the world

And into the storm he vanished and swirled

The desperado speaks