Gunslinger

Though she walk,
Through a path less traveled,
Both guns ablaze,
A scene unraveled.

The knight so well fought,
To his last breath,
Surrounded by,
Tendrils of death.

Yet from the corner,
Of his toy eyes,
Sets before,
His angel that cries.

Keeping the demons,
And manifests at bay,
With the greatest of ease,
She still will slay.

Protecting what,
She loves most,
Tattered in pieces,
The knight can boast.