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I joined a songwriting group challenge called, The Song Machine, where they give you different prompts to write for. The first prompt was "vanishing", this was my submission!

How did I do? 🤔

Lyrics:

"Valley of the Vanishing Vandal"

In the valley of the vanishing vandal
There stands a house and tree
It was there that my poor Mama
Gave birth to the Wicked Three

Papa left without warning
To ride in an outlaw band
Pillaging through the desert
A six gun in his hand

We grew up poor in the valley
We never had a lot
But Mama toiled to give us
What the Vanisher had not

Years went by without him
We grew to hate the thought
Of a man who ain't no father
And a family left to rot

Mama laid upon her death bed
And we cried in our hands
Since that day I made a vow
I'd find the Vandal again

We took to our horses
We rode out at first light
With big irons in our holsters
And vengeance in our sights

After weeks of searching
And a lead that turned out right
We came upon a campsite
With a fire burning bright

We waited for the darkness
Then we flew right through the night
Like a reaper bound to duty
Running late to whet his scythe

When I laid my eyes upon him
I couldn't catch my breath
Years of sin and murder
Placed a bounty on his head

He knew me in a moment
I could see it in his eyes
He reached for his pistol
And fell prey to my reply

In the Valley of the Vanishing Vandal
There stands a house and tree
It was there that my poor Mama
Gave birth to the Wicked Three