The Duel

Twenty steps, Turn and shoot, Nerves steeled, With many a toot, Pistol loaded, As am I Why do I seem, So eager to die? That fiend I face, I must prevail, So back to the bar, To enjoy more ale On step nineteen, I start to turn, Is anyone counting? Then I learn... One step ahead, Was my prey, For he had turned On step eighteen, The distance between us He had seen To outcheat a cheater, And his aim was true, His bullet ripped Through my flesh, As it was designed to do With my last breath I saw Under swirling sky This was the day, I was to die.