The Wild West

The wild, wild west, where anything is possible

On the stretching frontier

Wide lands soaked by the sun

Colors erupting between the shadows of the clouds

And the promise of gold, resting tall and true on yonder mountain

Held within, the secrets of riverbanks

Dust clouds of musk and myrrh

Glimmering gold, shining, catching thine eye

Primed for the feast of the soul's disease

Taking what we can, making it ours against them

Travel so far and deep within the keep of nighttime caverns