Bad Hand

Six hundred soldiers hunt Comanches
Through deserts of vast eternity
Twenty Tonks ferret them out
To vanquish their ancient enemy

Shadowed by scouts
Vanishing into the hills
Where the buffalo stampede
Where white men fear to tread

Facing the barren waste
Acts of blunder and omission
Fruitful errors, full of seeds
Blossom into wisdom

Campfire lights, traitorous beacons
Scared awake by the midnight raid
Driving off the unguarded horses
They had met the Lord of the Plains

Outnumbered and outgunned
A village fled No-finger Chief
As far as the eye could reach
Neither an object nor a living thing

In the heart of Comancheria
The battle within reach
A blue norther unleashed it's fury
Shielding the forlorn Quahadis

Freezing rain
Frigid wind
Blinding snow
Darkening sky

Gathering twilight for a cursed enemy
Silhouettes fading from the horizon



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Tavares
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