Hanging by a thread
Ten fingers did hold.
Life and deaths did line
To break two souls intertwined
The end came again
Just as it did then
The boy would meet his end
Just like way back when
The man had his choice
To doom or rejoice
But let fall he let be
Our Gunslinger not bleed
So go now he must go
As he watches the sow
To come reap his own needs
There are other worlds than these