The Devil's Outlaws

Devil's Outlaws In shadows' cloak, they mount the night, a fearsome cavalcade in flight, Eyes like coals, and hearts annealed, in moon's pale glow, their fate is sealed. Black as trenches in the sea, their souls deny all clemency, They pledge to creeds of desperadoes, steeped in vice, in shadows wade. As forceful as the gale's harsh reckon, they stir the dark, a curse to beckon, Laws they snap like brittle straws, such is the dread of outlaws' claws.