Tall Shadow Under Blood Moons

Where the cotton fields bow under blood red moons. A colossus rose

with an iron heart and borrowed runes. Tall as pine and twice as

stubborn. Thunder in his stride. He walked the serpents backbone

where the wicked tried to hide. His woman was a river, steady,

deep and true. Held his vows in her reflection, saw his courage through.

He carried law and shelter like twin blades in the night.

Carved order out of chaos. Turned the dark to light. Oh,

the hick'ry sinks heavy when a righteous hand is strong.