Andre M. Pietroschek

Lone Stars, Sixguns, & Red Orc Tomahawks (Wild West Poetic)

Lone Stars, Warpstone Sixguns, & Red Orc Tomahawks

WIP, Revision 2023 © Andre M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

A handful of prosaic-doublets about my Warhammer-Wild-West Intermezzo


 

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Norse – Thorson's last stand


 

That Night in Odin's Belch, down in good ole Texas

Our kind Sheriff Thorson prepared to make a stand

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He would soon die fightin' with a weapon in his hand

Blue eyes'sight grimly set on the arrivin' outlaw band

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His deputies aside him, them three against the odds

Unafraid of Death they don't even dodge the shots

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The outlaws look upon them, false pride upon true grit

More than one damn outlaw panty fillin' with warm shit

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Rifles & sixguns started blazing, Death came as hot lead

Em three who stood for duty killed a dozen with godspeed

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When everything went silent and 'em Valkyries arrived

The settlers proudly ensured that nobody had survived

~*
 


 

Skaven (Ratmen)



 

Loadin' Warpstone bullets Sheriff Vermyn awaits the gang

Hornless, dwarven drunkards with Steamguns for da bang!

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Workers'n'settlers hide in panic, as the west entry tunnel fills

Dread bearded beasts indeed came down here from their hills.

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Four did invade the Saloon, like addicts to their craved fix

Our Sheriff Vermyn intends to send 'em down a River Styx

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Em horny drunkard punker laid hands on harlots' silken fur

Em had it cummin', so clear what was now awaiting to occur

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Saloon Doors kicked open, Warpstone bullets deliver death

Of four bearded fuck-ups not one could face Vermyns' wrath

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So, victory squeaks loud, the Sheriff felled the horrid beasts

No miracle that on such a night the whole town gladly feasts!

~*
 

Totemic Orcs



 

So Chief Sagebrush had send Gardush to Spirit's End

The Shaman, Gardush, was to become a Spirit-Friend

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White Hand Tribe of Red Orcs was threatened to Death

By an army of riders bringing settlers to the weird West

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Gardush wore sacred gear, rattle and tomahawk in hands

Come on out ye coward spirits, or we'll never be friends!

~

And strong Manitoba had heard him, as soon was clear to see

So dark elder specter promised to set all who die fighting free

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Hence Gardush learned the warpath knows only gruesome ends

But those who fight with courage will for eternity meet friends

~

Gardush returned to the tribe sharing the spirit's final news:

Don't ask, where to flee, but what weapons you should choose

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The tribe came down on Fort Knightly in that same night

Only Death an option even wives and kids braved to fight

~*
 


 

Dark Elves


 

Herder Mordhuil was a hard and pious kinda seafaring man

Sworn to deliver homewards as many slave-herds as he can

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His bunch had been hard workin' they gathered all they could

120 slaves planned to be, but nature selected how many would

~

The sacred Confederacy was fighting the overwhelming odds

And still the rebel songs sounded even louder than their shots!

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From the swamps of Louisiana Mordhuil had once appeared

A knife-eared man of duty, who was respected & well-feared

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The Crimson Corsair was a symbol of the fierce Rebel Pride;

Slaves gasped in awe, as the armored steamship came into sight

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That bedeviled Union would make all good come to a final end

Millions free of chains, yet work-drones damned, if foe or friend

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But, God in his dark wisdom has allowed them to prove worth:

Die to earn yer paradise, or submit to be living shame on Earth!

~*

 


 

Amazons


 

Conquistador false oaths not forgotten, thru Mexico they ride

Clear sight on their future, if the vile Union gains more might

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Gorgeous'n'deadly riders their battalion joins the losing war

Da right cause is 'em only option, as on 'em honor they swore

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Slann masters in their wisdom had tempered with their blood

Clone sisters created to help thwarting the blue Union flood

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On ships of wood and iron they skirmish up to their last breath

For all of 'em da one man who touches 'em unpunished is Death

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Opposing da Union demons and steam cannons cooking 'em alive

By each blade and bow, oh with what conviction they did strive

~

With ever-thinning ranks the tide of war does take its bloody toll

Still to the moment of their death with high spirit did they stroll

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Sisterhood and Rebel Pride know they will never see their victory day

Still, shining the example of godsworn sacrifice chargin' into da fray!

~*
 


 

Wood Elves


 

 

Freedom from all oppression, a law governing each equal for 'em all

High ideal or false promise them wood elves heeded the human call!

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Priests, medics, and rangers taking up the uniforms of Union Blue

So sad for the deluded Confederacy they now must bloodily undo

~

Old Grey clashes with Modern Blue, both fighting for their highest goal

Each major battle soldiers clashed like swine and bull in a butcher's bowl

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Their unit stands among trees in silence, as at their generals command

On dark elves & Amazons they've arrows to lose from each snipers hand

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Earth Mother drinks much blood these days, but tears fill all their eyes

No forest-born child ever rejoices, when any true believer bravely dies

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Slavery the sin & crime in one, a second trail of tears, law enforcement done

Elf fights Elf, Brother kills Brother, Sister kills Sister by blade, bow, or gun

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Sacred Isha we've many wounds to heal, as too many fallen left to mourn,

Dear celestial Lords, Kurnous & Loec, in what a cruel world we were born

~*


 

 

Chaos Beastmen



 

Them hunters stopped appearing, as Grey and Blue did go to War

It turned out a major banquet, as each day we raided even more

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Khulgar swore Khorne had blessed us, as bloody battle never stopped

We had faith, when upon the Grey or Blue, from ambush we hopped!

~

Bashing, tearing, clawing for the delicious mystery meat a foe provides

All frenzy & joy, as surely great Khorne to glutton's paradise us guides

~

From our caves or captured forts we went on each new frenzied killing spree

Villages, towns, entire counties left unguarded, Grey & Blue nowhere to see

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Our whelps each smiling at us, skull-totem-poles they build in pious pride

Never again will we doubt that there is blessing in Khornes' godly might

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Our best females all with bellies swelling, as our hordes can afford to grow

No matter how Khorne split 'em into Grey and Blue, to Khorne we gladly bow

~*


 

 

Dwarves


 

That new mine yields gold'n'iron, but the price is paid in lives

Each tunnel-warden knows that not much longer one survives

~

Graybeard patrols on duty, lantern & sawed-off shotgun in hand

Vile Tzeentch ensured the blood-toll for darn riches to defend!

~

With every chaos mutant onslaught new gore decorates each wall

Foul Nurgle, wickedly helpful, ensures we don't enjoy 'em to fall

~

Graybeard now shows a youngster how blows can make monsters cease

and as by now is needed how to avoid catching each god-send disease

~

Hardest work and fiercest fighting have ever been the dwarven way

Best workers, smiths'n'soldiers, but “drunks” is all most fellows say

~

Graybeard just reloaded, and with lantern one sees, but cannot shield;

So smack the mutant with the barrel, then shoot head to win the field

~

The young one is still shaky, but stalwart by his side to turn the tide

Graybeard honors the valor, as on and on they parry, shoot, and fight

~
 


 

Pinkertons' Way


 

Work-shunning and white collar the underpaid fellow in darn tweed

One legion of lackeys earnin' big, for with the town major 'em feed

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So, the snobs go sleuth on yer smart villains ever greedy for da green

Apache and Comanche say no greater wanna-be-penguins they've seen

~

Still, with 'em educated standards 'em tend to solve a lot o' subtle crimes

And, funny, as 'em look, they are da darn best detectives o' their times!

~

So if ye ain't hollow-headed, and want yer own family earn any decent pay

Go apply, get yer darn costume, and solve each crime the Pinkerton Way

~

Outwitting da embezzlers, 'em forgers & counterfeiters, for da green'n'law

Their is a righteous streak to that future need big Chief Pinkerton foresaw

~

Em rigid and 'em royal, each faith-day, see da Pinkerton's kneel to Verena

So have yer opinion, son, but know 'em penguins made da law much keener

~*
 

 

Em darn Undead – Yer living dead folks



 

Forced out of black slumber by forbidden words from tomes or priests

Again trapped in torment, we vengefully slaughter and feed like beasts

~

Them Hungry Dead 'em called us, but we come in many different breeds

Sometimes it's adaptation, sometimes it's a reflection of our sinful deeds

~

Our gluttons live in crypts, and they love to hunt their prey in ravenous packs

Bloodlust, hunger, diseased claws, and paralyzing saliva empower ghoul attacks

~

Bones rattling at night, on most graveyards the fierce skeleton infantry awakes

Once freed from flesh & tissue one has a grim look unto causes and great sakes
~

Stench, shock, and the ever-hungry brutal bite that is in what zombies delight

True Nitemares of townsfolk, when from the Fallen they arise as unholy blight

~

Oh Yuppie beyond 'em ranks of rabble there are 'em who even went to school

Frigging Necromancers and the Vampires undo almost any kind of mortal Fool

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Da realm of the dead awaits ye all, and we returned to say'n'show it ever true

For, at times a grimoire-born return, or vengeance, is a darn jolly thing to do!

~*


 


 

Four rode against Nurgle


 

Four-Hoofed angels darn-well chargin' through da black of night

Upon their backs two doctors who know 'gainst Nurgle 'em ride!

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Foul chaos god was tempted, or maybe lured by darn catholic wrath

As he invoked disease t'cum an'plague every Sodomites cursed path

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But, no urge'n'no darn green made 'em two dare such gambit at night

Em were husband'n' wife, both knowing modern science on their side!

~

Few hours time of incubation was left by yer well-learned higher math

If not getting syringed a chaos mutant would claw itself outta each ath

~

Shallya'n'Hyppokrates looked upon 'em faithful with kind'n'holy eyes

Four heroes rode to ensure that by their gambit no darn townsfolk dies

~

Dodge City far behind 'em, hearts-pounding due exert, as da seconds count

Sweat pours, breath's drawn hard, a ride toughest for da horses 'em mount

~

The bell-tower alerts da folks, as two doctors risked it all to make a stand

The few survivors tellin' tales about 'em saintly medics and the healing hand!

~*
 


 

Mostly Work-Notes:

Song Lyrics for the Context:

 

  • Outlaw by Man'O'War
  • Last Rebel by the Tattooed Bagpipers at youtube
  • El Dorado Movie Theme – John Wayne got a good one here!
  • Ghost Riders in the Sky performed by Johnny Cash
  • Cowboy Dreams by Jimmy Nails

 

Films I once liked:

 

  1. The Last Outlaw - Goldie with Mickey Rourke
  2. Once upon a time in the West. Henry Fonda and Charles Bronson gave greatness to it.
  3. Westworld. Yul Brynner really influenced my life, and made me shriek.
  4. Young Guns, as once I shared the naive idealism of the youthful spirit.
  5. The Shootist, as John Wayne gave it a very mature weariness&death-wish.
  6. Nevada Pass - Goldie with Charles Bronson
  7. Tombstone - Val Kilmer performing darkly-splendid!

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Published on e-Stories.org on 03/03/2023.

 
 

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