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The fall off part 2

Out on the dusty plains where the sun burns hot and bright,
There rode a man with a heart as dark as the starless night.
He went by the name of Falloff, a legend in these parts,
Known for his quick draw and his deadly aim that broke men's hearts.

In the town of Deadwood, they whispered tales of his past,
Of a love long lost and a betrayal that would forever last.
Falloff rode into town one day, his eyes cold and steely,
Looking for a man who had done him wrong, a man named Billy.

Billy was a gambler, a cheat and a thief,
Who had stolen Falloff's girl and caused him endless grief.
But Falloff was not a man to be trifled with lightly,
He was a gunslinger without equal, a man of honor most mighty.

The townsfolk trembled as Falloff strode through the saloon doors,
His presence like a storm that darkened the moors.
He looked around the room with a gaze so intense,
And the air grew heavy with a sense of suspense.

Billy saw him coming and his face turned pale,
He knew that his time on this earth was growing stale.
But he was not one to cower in fear,
He stood his ground and prepared for what was near.

The tension in the room was thick as molasses,
As the two men faced off in a deadly impasse.
Falloff's hand moved like lightning to his trusty gun,
And the sound of thunder echoed as the battle begun.

The bullets flew fast and the gunsmoke swirled,
Each shot a testament to a dark and twisted world.
But in the end, there could be only one victor,
And Falloff emerged triumphant, his gaze cold as winter.

As he rode out of town, the sun setting in the west,
Falloff knew that his past would never let him rest.
But he was a man born to roam the open range,
A gunslinger without peer, forever bound by fate's strange.

And so his legend lived on in the tales of the west,
Of a man named Falloff, who stood above the rest.
His story a warning to those who would defy,
The code of the gunslinger, where only the strong survive.

So if you ever find yourself on the lonely trail,
Remember the tale of Falloff and his deadly hail.
For in this world of outlaws and thieves,
Only the bravest and boldest truly achieves.
Out on the horizon, where the sun meets the sky,
Rides a man named Falloff, with a gleam in his eye.
A gunslinger born of the wild, untamed west,
With a past filled with sorrow and a heart put to the test.

He roams the open plains, with his trusty steed by his side,
A shadow in the darkness, a legend that can't be denied.
For Falloff is a man of few words and quick draw,
A force of nature, like a fierce desert squall.

In the town of Dusty Creek, trouble was brewing,
A gang of outlaws on the loose, their evil deeds accruing.
The sheriff called for help, for a man of steel and grit,
And Falloff answered the call, ready to stand and commit.

Riding into town, with his hat pulled low,
Falloff knew what he must do, to face the outlaw's blow.
His guns loaded and ready, his eyes sharp and keen,
For justice and redemption, he rode in serene.

The outlaws were a fearsome bunch, with hearts black as coal,
Raiding and pillaging, taking from the weak and old.
Falloff stood tall, his presence commanding respect,
As he faced the gang leader, a man known as Deck.

Deck sneered at Falloff, with a wicked grin,
Challenging him to a duel, a fight he was certain to win.
But Falloff didn't flinch, his resolve unbroken,
For he knew that in the end, it would be justice spoken.

The town gathered round, to witness the showdown,
As the two men stood face to face, ready to throw down.
The tension in the air was thick and heavy,
As the clock struck noon, the moment steady.

With lightning speed, Falloff drew his guns,
The sound of thunder echoing, like the beating of drums.
The bullets flew fast, carving through the air,
Each shot a testament to a man who dared.

In the end, it was Falloff who stood victorious,
His aim true and steady, his spirit glorious.
Deck lay defeated, his reign of terror over,
As the town cheered for Falloff, their new hero to discover.

And so Falloff rode out of Dusty Creek,
His legend growing, his name on every tongue to speak.
A symbol of justice and the wild, untamed west,
A gunslinger unmatched, one of the very best.

So if you ever find yourself in need of a savior,
Look out on the horizon, for the man with valor.
For Falloff rides on, through the sun and the rain,
A beacon of hope in a world filled with pain. The sun blazed high in the sky, casting a golden hue,
As Falloff rode alone, with nothing to pursue.
His hat pulled low, his eyes sharp and clear,
A man of few words, but his presence struck fear.

In the town of Tombstone, where the law held no sway,
Falloff was sought after, night and day.
For he was a gunslinger of legendary fame,
With a reputation that no outlaw could tame.

One fateful night, a man named Red Jack,
Challenged Falloff to a duel, a showdown to attract.
Red Jack was known for his quick draw and cunning,
But Falloff was ready, his resolve forever running.

At high noon, the two men faced off in the street,
The tension palpable, the silence complete.
The townsfolk watched from windows and doors,
As the deadly dance of the gunslingers began to soar.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the town,
As bullets flew and shadows were thrown down.
Each shot a moment of life on the line,
In this wild, untamed land where death was fine.

Falloff's hand was steady, his aim true,
While Red Jack's shots went wide, his courage few.
In the end, it was Falloff who stood tall,
His reputation unscathed, his legend to enthrall.

As Red Jack lay defeated, his gun laid to rest,
Falloff tipped his hat and rode off to the west.
For he was a man of the open range,
A gunslinger with a heart that knew no change.

But his journey was far from over, his story far from done,
For in the heart of the desert, a new challenge had begun.
A gang of bandits, led by a man named Black,
Had terrorized the land, leaving nothing but a track.

Falloff knew that he had to act, to stand and fight,
To bring justice to the land, to make things right.
So he rode into the desert, his purpose clear,
To face the bandits, without hesitation or fear.

The showdown was fierce, the battle long and hard,
As Falloff faced Black, their eyes cold and marred.
But in the end, it was Falloff who emerged victorious,
His guns smoking, his spirit glorious.

And so the legend of Falloff lived on,
A gunslinger unmatched, his reputation drawn.
In the wild, untamed west, where justice was rare,
Falloff stood as a beacon, a man beyond compare.

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem "The fall off part 2" is a narrative piece that tells the story of a character named Falloff. It is set in the Wild West and is reminiscent of traditional cowboy ballads. The poem uses a consistent rhyme scheme and a steady rhythm, which helps to create a sense of continuity and flow throughout the narrative.

One area that could be improved is the development of the character Falloff. While the poem does a good job of establishing Falloff as a legendary gunslinger, it does not delve deeply into his character beyond his skill with a gun and his quest for justice. Providing more insight into Falloff's motivations, emotions, or backstory could help to make him a more complex and relatable character.

Additionally, the poem could benefit from more varied language and imagery. While the poem does use some vivid descriptions, such as "His presence like a storm that darkened the moors," much of the language is fairly straightforward and does not evoke a strong sense of place or atmosphere. Incorporating more unique and specific details about the setting and the characters could help to create a more immersive and engaging reading experience.

Lastly, the poem could also benefit from a more nuanced exploration of its themes. While the themes of justice and bravery are clear, they are presented in a fairly straightforward manner. Exploring these themes in a more complex or unexpected way could add depth to the poem and make it more thought-provoking for the reader.

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