The Lantern’s Fading Glow: A Symbol of Stories Coming to an End

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

Lantern’s Glow, a flickering flame,

Beneath the stars, where legends became.

Old tales of courage, wrapped in the night,

Whisper through shadows, then fade from sight.

On weathered trails, where cowboys once roamed,

With whispered secrets, their hearts had homed.

Each glow a tale, from laughter to tears,

Now drift in the dusk, like forgotten years.

The saddle creaks, as silence draws near,

With ghosts of the past that linger here.

Beneath the vast sky, so endless and grand,

The stories of old slip like grains of sand.

As the lantern dims, so too does the night,

Yet sparks of the past still flicker with light.

For every cowboy, in heart and in soul,

Carries a lantern to keep tales whole.