Where Will You Die

the tracks they follow on horseback ride,
as the prisoner who escaped to a log to hide,
they pass him by as he waits shaking with fear,
waiting for the horses gallop sound to disappear,
looking out he sees nothing around bend,
as one horseman stayed back to hell he will send,
aiming his rifle dead at the prisoners head,
waiting for a moment before making him dead,
pulling the trigger a loud bang is heard,
the gun didn't fire with him saying a swear word,
the prisoner runs fast down the road,
while the horsemen catches up trying to reload,
running on the rocks that cut into his feet,
he turns off the road into the flower field so sweet,
the grass and flower tops hit onto his legs,
as the horseman catches up as for his life he begs,
pointing the gun once more at the man he hunted,
kneeling down to plead for his life as the horseman grunted,
pulling the trigger once more as this time it fires hitting flesh,
in the field of flowers he lays breathing in air so fresh,
hid blood feeds the plants as he fades from this world,
as the surrounding flowers turned brown and curled.