Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
The Gunfight
Frosty green eyes peer coolly beneath a midnight blue stetson hat,
with a blood red band around it's broad base.
Fiery auburn hair angrily flows over ramrod straight shoulders.
with a cold,passionless smile upon her full crimson lips she stares
with icy disdain at her steely blue eyed foe standing a mere ten paces away.
At the loud chiming of the old,weather beaten clock upon the noon hour,
a pale hand flashes toward leather.
In the blink of an eye a silvery Colt Peacemaker appears in her hand.
Six booming reports ring out breaking the stony silence.
In the sudden ringing silence left behind a soft thud is heard,
to the amazement of the townsfolk crowding the dark boardwalks.
With shocked expressions upon their faces they gaze upon the bullet
riddled body lying in a pool of dark red blood in the dusty street.
A chilling laugh fills the hot,dry air breaking the eerie silence,
as the auburn haired she devil celebrates the untimely death
of another unlucky suitor.
Donavon Scott Vinson