The Gunslinger's Tale

by

Ellen Walmsley

The Gunslinger's Tale


A knight, without a horse, walks off into the darkest night… On a quest for a treasure, that shines so bright. A six-shooter on his left, his right he cannot use… In search of a dark tower, others can only muse. A door is seen on a lonesome beach… There is The Prisoner, just within reach. The Lady of Shadows is next to come, She was once two, but now is one. In an oracle's circle, his "son" is returned… It was for this mere child, that his heart had yearned. Then a billybumbler, his name is Oy, Outcast from his pack, he befriends the boy. Three plus one accompanies him… Their future together looks both bleak and grim. From different worlds, but the same land, Together they go forth seemingly hand in hand. In a city called Lud, they board a train… And they find their riddles seem to be in vain. Finally the silly jokes begin to start, And from Blaine, they are able to depart. A knight, without a horse, walks off into the darkest night… On a quest for a treasure, that shines so bright. A six-shooter on his left, his right he cannot use… In search of a dark tower, others can only muse. On a Kansas turnpike, they make their way… Time melts together, blending night and day. Many miles ahead of them, a palace is seen, Looking dangerously splendid and emerald green. A tale of youth is told to them, A tale of lost loves, and boys becoming men, The story is both sweet and sad, This was the past the knight had led. Now in Oz, and not in Kansas anymore, They find themselves outside a huge, ominous door. Together they must tap their shoes of red, And face the Wizard waiting ahead. Inside they travel down a long, long hall… To a throne, not fifty, not one hundred, but one hundred and fifty feet tall. Tick-tock, Maerlyn, and Walter are there… Or was it Flagg, who was the only one there? A knight, without a horse, walks off into the darkest night… On a quest for a treasure, that shines so bright. A six-shooter on his left, his right he cannot use… In search of a dark tower, others can only muse. Outside once again, on a clear autumn's day, This band of travelers is soon on its way. Following the path of the beam, Searching for the tower of which they have all dreamed. Not all of the travelers will reach the tower… One at least will not witness its strange power… The billybumbler will be found nailed to a tree. Just look into the pink Wizard's Glass and you will see.



© 1999 Ellen Walmsley



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