the doom slinger 6

trail dust
that sticks  
like mud 
from the 
waste plains 
to the 
ether
disguised 
the fact 
that 
astride 
the pale 
stallion  
with the 
peg leg 
a female
materialized  
with whom 
one 
should not 
trespass 
across 
her path 

she looked 
every part 
a gunslinger 
of doom 
a killer 
there was 
nothing 
about her 
to tell a 
different story 
except 
perhaps
the fact 
she rode 
a 
three legged
stallion 
this 
might have 
informed  
an 
astute 
observer 
that this 
being 
however sick
had a
kindness 

Hel 
knew where 
her 
trail led 
she'd 
passed through 
once or twice 
before 
through the 
aeons 
chasing Justice 
all over 
the realms 
yet still 
she cursed 
under her
foul breath
when 
Purgatory
walked  
into view 
shimmering exotically 
in the 
waste's 
heat haze

Hel 
steered her 
gimp horse 
towards the
gangplank 
knowing 
her outlaw 
never faltered 
was relentless
in escaping 
retribution  
for 
Justice
manipulated others
to 
dispense 
commit 
heinous acts 
in his 
NAME 
and 
in a 
town like 
Purgatory
he had 
his vine 
to 
harvest 
his
rotten bunches 

Hel
touched 
her 
defiled
left cheek 

winced 

haunting images 
flashed 
through her mind
bile 
spilled 
from her 
half eaten
purple lips 

she 
would have 
retribution 
for her 
demon 
demanded it
just as 
a stomach 
demands 
to be
sated 
for Hel 
there were 
no borders 
she 
wouldn't cross
for all 
territories 
had become
her table
to feast 
upon 
and if 
Purgatory 
was again 
to provide 
a main course 
then 
folks of 
Purgatory 
that is why 
when she
sore 
your town 
she cursed 
under her 
sweetly 
sickly 
breath

"amen"

Hel 
pulled back 
on her reins 
after crossing 
the gangplank 
into 
Purgatory 
halting 
the tall 
pale stallion  
as she 
entered
the
main street
where the 
white noise 
crescendoed
 a 
million flies
worshipping 
feasting   
told Hel 
it wasn't 
her 
presence 
that had 
the town 
all abuzz 

piled up 
on a 
pyre 
waiting the
executioners 
torch 
floating
on the 
dead calm 
void 
were  
blood syrup 
soaked flesh 
vessels 
stacked 
pancaked 
one 
on top
of  the 
other 
noodle innards 
escaping 
oozed
out of 
fatal wounds 
the 
sound of 
chanting 
echoed out 
of the 
mourners 
maggot 
filled mouths 

Hel 
inhaled
tightening
her 
half chewed lips   
her 
sunken eyes 
fluttered 
closed  
before 
opening wide
as she 
nudged 
the pale horse 
forward 
past the 
remains 
of a 
battle
knowing  
Flaming Justice 
was 
involved 

caution 
filled Hel 
as she guided 
the pale horse 
with her knees 
while her 
hands rested
over the  
ivory grips 
of her 
shooting cubs 
as the 
moody
heavens darkened 
indicating 
the 
passing of time 
while 
she guided 
her horse 
towards 
the house 
of 
ill repute  
rearing up 
beast like
before her 
at the 
point 
of the
fiendish towns 
pentagram

her 
quick eyes 
noticed 
the bloodstains 
across
the street 
and 
at the foot 
of the 
rocky stairs 
the
soaked up
fiery 
blood stained 
lake 
above which 
a few 
prospecting 
folk 
were picking 
out 
gold and lead 
nuggets
from the 
ground
and
walls 
that had taken 
damage
in the 
gunfight 
proceeding 
her entrance 
Hel 
sat back 
in her 
saddle 
as the 
pale horse 
instinctively
halted 

nervous faces 
looked up 
some 
with legs 
took their 
nervous 
satellites
and
skittered away 
around corners 
or into 
quickly closing 
doorways
Hel
dismounted 
then calmly 
stood 
absorbing 
the 
defiant looks 
the 
remaining 
grapes 
gave her 

"you looking 
 for something 
troll duckling"

asked 
a blind ol' lady  
who carried 
a burdensome  
bag of lead 
as she 
stumbled along 
the 
courthouse steps 

Hel's
smile deformed 
as she 
asked 
somewhat
sarcastically 

"seen 
a critter 
named Justice 
round here 
got a 
flame beard 
and 
slaughter 
kinda
follows him" 

the 
blind ol' lady 
paused 
considering a lie 
while 
watching 
the light 
vanish 
from Hel's 
sunken 
eyes 

" does
he thinks 
himself 
a god" 

‘‘Yep. 
He’s a 
full 
blooded
god being" 

Hel nodded
continuing 

"though 
he pretends 
to be a
transcended 
bastard
whomanbeing 
now and then " 

the 
blind ol' lady's
face altered
twas plain 
as false light 
in the dark
she did not 
like the 
gods

"he’s 
a god
 FRIG 
 I hate gods 
 and 
yeah 
as a god 
is my 
witness 
he was in 
Purgatory 
till that
ol' devil
came a calling
and he 
hightailed it 
flaming 
through those 
dem doors

the 
blind lady 
growled 
pointing up
towards 
the 
unhinged 
courtroom 
doors 

"ol' devil eh" 

Hel 
stepped up
thought ridden 
to begin 
her 
ascent 

 ‘Yeah 
troll 
he was 
sort of tall
real mean 
looking 
had no
flesh 
on dem 
rattling bones
which sure 
scared off
your prey"
 
she went on 

"oh i 
should of 
started 
with this 
tattered wings 
hooves and horns 
first time 
i'd seen 
the likes"  

"I’ve 
encountered 
such a being 
before"

Hel sighed
tugging 
at a braid 
of her long 
feathered crow 
black hair 
then 
hesitantly 
she
took another step
she 
didn't need 
to 
know more 

she mused 
inwardly

"ha 
Satan 
so you 
couldn't have me 
so
you think
to
have my
retribution"

a slow 
twisted smile 
lit up 
her eyes
in their 
depths  
as she 
muttered
coyly 
outwardly 

" silly ol' devil" 

to herself  
as Hel 
took another 
step 
towards Justice


"what was 
that
troll lady
no matter 
i can see 
your busy 
contemplating 
but 
you watch 
your back 
now

that
Justice 
he got his 
cult of 
alchemist 
to try and 
stop 
that ol' devil
i mentioned 
whilst 
he 
hightailed it 
they 
might see ya 
as kinda 
two peas
in a pod 
if you 
knows what 
i mean'’ 

the blind 
ol' lady 
warned her
before 
turning her back 
shuffling away 

Hel watched 
as she 
folded 
into 
the dark 
past

"who the 
hell are you
crone" 

Hel turned 
to face 
her 
abrupt 
questioner
that had
come 
sneaking 
up from 
behind 

Hel's 
sunken eyes 
reddened 
as she 
appraised 
the large oaf  
standing 
with one 
calloused loaf
resting 
on the grip 
of his 
rusting
pistol 

"yes Hel"

she replied 
her voice 
dangerously 
level

in 
the dark 
oaf
couldn't see 
her 
blue flame 
fingers 
dancing 
over the 
bone grips 
of her 
own cubs 

oaf 

paused 

then raised 
his 
voice up
like an 
angry bear 
preacher

"you ain’t 
welcome in 
Purgatory
best you 
take your 
rotten hiney 
and 
skedaddle 
crone" 

Hel sighed 

‘I know 
that 
now stop 
interrupting 
go back 
to hiding 
behind
your 
preconceptions 
fiend" 

Hel stood 
still 
watching 
the man's 
final 
countdown 
oh 
oh 

oh it's a draw

Hel 
had an 
advantage 
she could see
through 
the dark 
that 
surrounds 
whomankind 

the man 
whistled 
like when 
a kettle 
reaches 
boiling point 
his 
right hand 
furiously 
tugged
his pistol 
from 
it's holsters 
dry mouth 
where as 
folks
Hel's hands 
moved 
silky 
swiftly
both her
cubs 
were drawn 
from their 
tiger skin 
holsters 
in less than
the mans 
racing 
heartbeat
Hel 
cocked the
cubs 
hammers 
and 
before 
she squeezed
both 
hair 
triggers 
thought 

"i've 
beaten him 
do i need to 
kill him"

then 
she heard 
her
golden reply 

"do unto 
others
as they 
would surely 
do to you"

Hel 
tickled her
hair triggers 
a moment 
yawned
then 
one lead
canine  
severed 
the mans 
vocal chord 
the other 
tore 
the mans 
head off
like 
strong wind 
would lift 
off
a toupee 
a look of 
death dread
appeared 
on the man’s
hard boiled 
blood egg
shell shocked
face
as his gun
fell 
heavily 
on to the 
courthouse step 
dragging 
its 
owners vessel 
in it's 
wake 
once the 
oafs flesh 
hit 
it bounced 
it rolled 
it bounced
it landed  
to revive
the 
sacrificial 
dried up 
fiery blood
red lake 
at the
foot 
of the 
towns 
hydra

©bg 2021

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