The Lantern’s Glow: A Small Light Against the Vast Darkness

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

In the still of night, where shadows creep,

A lantern’s glow, so soft and deep.

It flickers bright gainst the endless black,

A beacon gleams on the winding track.

The cowboy sits by the campfire’s blend,

With thoughts of kin and the trails that end.

His trusty steed, a silent mate,

Shares his dreams, while the world awaits.

Stars twinkle high like diamonds spun,

Each breath of wind whispers tales begun.

With leathered hands, he lifts the light,

Chasing the darkness, embracing the night.

As dawn breaks soft, with a golden thread,

The lantern dims, but the courage spreads.

For in each heart, a light must shine,

A small, brave flame against all time.