The Man in Black
Across the desert, he fled
Trying hard to soothe his troubled head.
He paused only briefly, as he saw what was behind him.
A hardened man with hard steel
Chasing, chasing, after him.
While the man in black holds some secrets,
Not all them he has.
That's reserved for Los the Red, King of all He sees.
Gilead has fallen, The Man knows that.
But still behind him, he's followed.
He pauses only briefly. He doesn't know why.
A part of him wants to be caught.
One final joke for the cosmic jokester,
But still he runs.
For the desert is vast, and the mountains are ahead.
Slow Mutants lie beneath them.
"Good" he says, his smile large across his face
"They'll take care of him."
Night has fallen, cold has set in
He makes his fire and sees its twin
His pursuer has stopped too.
For are they not men?
For don't men need to rest?
And rest he does, for tomorrow, it begins anew.
For the Man in Black will flee across the desert.
And the Gunslinger will follow.