El Vaquero Del Diablo (The Devil's Cowboy)

The sound of ghostly hooves on stone, the bray of a Demon mounted mare, El vaquero del Diablo, rides alone, with bright red eyes and his evil stare. Maniacal laughter fills the air, as the coal black mare races along, bolting from her Plutonian lair, with the Devil's Vaquero comes the storm. A host of lesser demons flow, behind Lucifer's chosen one, from out the clouds their ghostly glow, continues till their task is done. They search for wicked souls to take, back to their master in the pit. And the demon cowboy's lasso rakes, the life from those that he sees fit. Roping all evil doers women or men, that have degenerated beyond hope, with the flaming lasso dragged to his den, Where the lesser minions grab and grope. Each night thirty evil souls, he must recruit, for the Devil is very hard to please. And for each soul he makes bear fruit, in turn he leaves a silver piece. So if late at night, you seem to hear, the braying of a coal black mare. You'll know el Vaquero del Diablo is very near, with his bright red eyes and evil stare. And if on the ground you chance to see, a sparkling coin in the moonlight, if it be silver, you'll know that he, has put it there for you tonight. 5/17/10 29 palms ca.