The Gunslinger
Then Roland, son of Gilead,
Across the desert passed.
He wanted blood, and soon he saw
A chance to conquer last.
The man in black he chased afar
Our brave gunslinger's foe.
If lose the trail he ever did,
The quest would be in woe.
Sons of slaughter, daughters of blood,
Remember the face of your father.
Pressing on, he met a boy.
His name in fact was Jake.
A demon spoke, and Roland saw
This boy he must now take.
Now side by side they walked again,
To catch the evil man.
Across the mountains then they went,
And left the sea of sand.
Sons of slaughter, daughters of blood
Remember the face of your father.
Soon Roland with a chance was left
He'd caught the man in black.
But Jake was on the brink of death
And he was falling back.
The choice was made, and Roland saw
Jake fall to his demise.
The man in black then turned and laughed.
He Roland did despise.
Sons of slaughter, daughters of blood
Remember the face of your father.
The mountains crossed, the man was caught.
He Roland followed now.
To a small clearing then they went.
He listened with a scowl.
The man in black spoke long and long
About the final goal.
He Roland's future told with ease,
And chilled his very soul.
Sons of slaughter, daughters of blood
Remember the face of your father.
When Roland woke, the man was dead.
He'd finished what he ought.
So on and on dear Roland went
The Tower now he sought.
"Go then. There are other worlds then these."