As twilight dances on the saloon's worn wood,

The stars peek, setting the mood.

Through swinging doors, the duo steps,

A jingle of spurs, a room that never sleeps.

Dim lights, smoky air, cards slapped down,

Whiskey tales and fortunes drown.

At the saloon where shadows play,

Under hanging lamps that sway.

Raise your glass, tip your hat,

Fate deals a hand, in seconds flat.

A shove, a shout, the tension spikes,

Old grudges fuel, ready to ignite.

A pirate sneers, a challenge thrown,

A duel declared, the stakes are known.

The room grows still, all eyes converge,

On the silent stranger with a vengeful urge.

A big boss steps, the crowd parts way,

"High noon tomorrow," he declares, "you'll pay."

At the saloon where shadows play,

Echoes of the past, come to fray.

Draw your gun, hold your breath,

In the dance of doom, flirt with death.

The night wears thin, tales twist and bend,

A showdown set, a legend penned.

From cosmic trails to dusty floors,

In the wild west, destiny implores.