Cowboys and Dragongirls

He rode into life

Relentless, fervent

Waiting not the settled dust.

Slim denimed daemon,

A fallen angel,

To rescue a bereft

Torn specter her lost fire.

She spoke cowboy

Whispered hot smoke against

his neck, a wicked

ruthless truth:

“I have nothing else to lose.”

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