Hell bent for leather galloping through the stormy way
angels on horseback charge past the demons spurred
as thunder strikes and lightning lights the night like day.
The thunder of horses like a stampede can be heard
as four riders lead the way through rocky ground and clay.
Joan of Arc rides with her white charger there
followed by Venus with her black stallion
with Vampira closely behind on her nightmare.
Blue blazes of fire shines like a medallion
and finally Calamity Jane on a roan mustang like devil may care.
Joan raises her sword; Venus thrusts her scepter;
Vampira just hisses and Jane pulls out six shooters.
The light of the moon with fragments of clouds peppers
and one can see dens of thieves with would be looters
of the innocent threatened by the interceptors.
Rain begins to form from the clouds as a mist
behind an uncertainty of doubtful redemption
but in the background one can see a fist.
In anger shots are fired with good intentions
and a mob forms naming the riders like a list.
Ignorance is bliss they say to the riders
but knowledge is better they say
speaking of the chosen gathered providers.
Who are you to judge they cry out this day?
We are new voice of the majority inciters.
We have come to parlay but we are armed.
Let them gain entrance to the gate is uttered.
The leader of mob yells you will not be harmed
but a lone wolf fires with no words muttered
and the mob wonders what to do liked charmed.
Dissension in the mob because of no leader
but the lone wolf growls we do not like change
and I think the old ways are discreeter.
Joan challenges the ignorance with wisdom gained
as Jane reaches into her saddlebag for a repeater.
Have you not seen your folly of old ways,
she questions to the lone wolf instigator
but he retorts how can you question our morays.
Easy, she says, they don\'t always work for vacators
and your ways are not common for all today.
Send us a champion, Vampira says to the mob
because we will be so easily be dissuaded
but a champion could not be found in the mob.
Finally reason of a philosopher persuaded
in the mob convinces those gathered for a leadered job.
Lets listen to their terms before we prejudge
per chance to learn a better way
and with his knowledge they began to budge.
Joan said mark these words I say
and do not fudge.
Knowledge came to mob and they changed to people, again.
Each came to the other side seeking a new found friend.
Then peace reigned in the valley of tears in the end
as bargains were made to learn to defend
the rights and permissions of welcomed friends.
