Gedichte
Gunslingers Prayer

Einleitung

Mein persönlicher Tribut an Stephen Kings ,, Der dunkle Turm."

Last of his Kind hard in Mind he who had stolen the eye the pink eye of the King Spit fire from his hands One round that brings the end Blackend Heart right form the start Last of the friends first of the Dinh following his path that leads to

death but not for him never for him for he has not forgot his father’s face No sign of Hope for him or his kind on the empty western shore he found the door Pulled the three Thought them to

see So now there’s No relief for the black thief The dark man was destroyed by his demon son Now only ones left to ban the red Lord of Endworld Hail to the white, the Dinh And to the red, the crimson King Now on the tops Forced to repeat his sins

KA is a wheel and it spins