A Gun
A gun,
Those kind you just put in the holster by your side,
Not a machine gun,
Not no rifle,
Just a small hand pistol
In the world of torches and swords
Such a strange thing,
So bizarre,
Only one,
One owner,
From the world of greed and war,
Threw that door he went,
Right into this world,
Gun-free,
Until he arrived
Bow and arrows,
Sword,
Warhammer,
Dagger,
Long sword,
Axe,
Spear,
Weapons in the world of torches and swords,
No gun on the list,
No G for gun
Too deadly,
Too loud,
So loud,
Way too loud,
One shoot,
Dead,
Always by his side,
Five bullets,
Ready to be fired,
To take a life
Why a gun,
They ask,
Too loud
Never a reply,
Just him walking away,
That gun by his side,
In its leather holster,
Waiting to strike
