fifteen years, dirt and dust
crystals and summoning circles
a bar fight or nine,

there is always a wager against us
eyes avoiding the truth
roulette bets, the pot grows higher
a revolver or three, always there

but we have the queen up our sleeve,
gunslinger

we still have the aces in our boot,
witch

what is high noon to the occult,
what is a full moon to a cowboy;

they say love has no boundaries,
but I say we wrote our own
is that why they don’t come ’round anymore?
you think this old woman is going to
let wolves prowl my territory?
married for a reason,
no sheep live under our roof –

so it is written,
so it will be